Blackbeak Bluff Rogue

As he settled down a bit, he saw more of her. She was thin and quite small - smaller than he had noticed when he'd approached. He should learn to pay more attention and to not be such a spacey dingus all the time. He was too distracted to berate himself too hard, feeling a pang of concern for her. Was she eating enough? She had a pack, he soon learned - surely they were feeding her? Maybe that was just normal for her? Was it rude to ask? It must be. Was it rude to think these things?!

Wait - trouble? Two packs?! On the coast? People chose to live out here?!

He had just opened his mouth to ask about the situation when she slid closer to him, her cream eyes suddenly all he could see. Reflexively, he stepped back, returning the space she had closed, and blinked slowly. Something had changed. He wasn't sure what, as inexperienced and absolutely clueless as he happened to be. He shifted, a small frown forming on his features as he felt anxiety creep its way back along his spine. "Uh..s-sure...but don't you have to watch for, uh - for the bad people?"