Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

he watches him go. eyes of venom tracking the boy's every movement. it is only chani's purring voice that grapples his attention, and he snaps eyes to her.
ye be thinkin' I be a bleedin' idjit, do ye? he asks, lowering his head, peering at her with one eye. why're ye bein' so nice? where's yer fire?
he huffs. the man seems genuinely... disappointed. and uninterested, but mostly peeved, as his hackles bristle. teeth gnashing in his closed mouth.
he inhales a deep breath.
ye tell me yer name now?