Two Eyes Cenote what you expect from me when you're disrespectin' me?

edited! sorry i didn't see the other posts, the site broke.

The creature kept speaking, trying to enforce something? He wasn't sure. It was chatter; the tone was full of warning and the boy raises his eyebrows to it, and pauses.

Jith vitiherath. He mused to himself, and chuffed in a way that could've been laughter; derisive, unafraid.

But he doesn't go closer. Studying her, this jackal woman.

Another slips up close behind, one which could've been a child; they might have been a coyote for all Drusk could tell. Hm, jano zolle.

A third became apparent soon after—this one even more unsettling in appearance: lanky, pale-faced, masculine. This one earned a stare-down by virtue of it being a man, or what smelled as one, and Drusk snorts after to rid himself of the taste.

Faced with three now, Drusk was especially watchful. He began to pull away, letting his jaws hang open and his teeth click; not as a direct display or a threat to them, but a warning in case they chose to come after him. He was glad to have discovered this haven of vermin; if his hunger got to be intense enough, he'd know where to go.

The presence of the trio was enough to fully deter him; although he stared them down and would not turn his back until he had gone quite a distance—heading back to the limits of Luneshale Pass where he knew he could make camp, and stake out the area for when they ventured beyond their shelter.