Seaside Moors Everything has Changed

It appeared no matter what he said, the bitch was amused by it regardless. He had encountered individuals like this before. Pests are what he called them, even so, they only seemed to love it - proven by that look in her eyes by just being called annoying. She would prove to be nothing but troublesome to get rid of, and there was only one way to truly try and get this one off his back. To stop entertaining her in some way and bore her to death until she eventually lost interest and left on her own accord. Reacting in any way would only prove to keep her around longer as some kind of twisted plaything for her enjoyment. 

And so, with that realization and note; he chose not to respond anymore. Taking a deep breath to calm his previously riled nerves, a completely blazé facade took over the behemoth's appearance. Perhaps he could use this as a test for his patience, to practice keeping a level head despite the situation at hand... even if he would simply prefer to separate this woman's head from her shoulders, he was certain the fight would only elicit more coming from this wench in the near future.

He focused on the ocean's wake heard in the distance, remembering how much the Rusalkan wolves adored it. How it brought them so much joy - it made him wonder if they remained close by and if he should simply walk along the shores and hope to find them somewhere near there in a new location... It was an idea, once he got rid of the flea that was currently biting his back. Another deep breath and he took in the salty tang of the air that poisoned his sense of smell still to this day. Though refreshing, it did muddle any other scents mingling in the sand. 

Hopefully now she would lose interest. For now, maybe he would continue to wander and pick out the scents in the dirt... unless she initiated combat, he would ignore her presence for now. This simply meant his search would be on pause... not wanting to bring this thing back with him if he did find Rusalka once more.