Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

The woman had less-so struck a nerve, and more-so was simply annoying the fuck out of the so-far-patient paladin. He had been good so far, even after leaving Tundra's side to go back to the pack that he called home for so long... nothing had given him a reason to snap - but this girl, she may be the first in a while if she kept going down this path. Maybe it was the air here in the Teekon wilds that just shortened his fuse, yes, that was possible, considering all the shit this place had put him through in the past year. And yet, here he is, returning once again to the shackles that chained him here.

Neither. He growled, what lips he had left pulling back in a grimace. You annoy me. It felt like all this was just a waste of time, a black hole sucking each precious second that slipped through his paws as this girl distracted him as she prattled on. What could she possibly want with him? 

Honey hue narrowed suspiciously as she mentions a bear. It was oddly useful to know about such a thing - maybe tragedy did strike - and yet, it was suspicious for her to mention anything of the type that may even remotely point him in any good direction. A bear means if they survived the pack would have indeed moved (unless he found a mass grave while here). So she was either slipping him nuggets of information... or she was lying. Both were highly possible since he knew nothing of her. 

Still... it was something he supposed.

No. A deadman did this. In some way, to him, a deadman did. If he ever saw that sandy man again, Rosencrantz would be sure to end that cannibal's pathetic life there and then - if others in the wilds haven't already. But she didn't need to know the man was still alive, just a deadman walking... He prowled closer as she did too. His cold stare continuing to dig into her, silently daring her to continue this little gambit of hers.