Deepwood Weald Boss Monsters

Unfortunately for the man, Rose wasn't the type to forgive and forget. The damage was done and his gaze did not quite soften despite the attempt to bury the hatchet. They were all tense, life was tense and only relieved mildly within one's own borders, and even then it all depended on how much one trusted their own packmates. 

Having half the mind to return the man's own attitude with "none of your business" reply to his question on what the paladin was doing in the woods, he chose to be the "bigger man" and keep that attitude to himself and let expressions and tones speak for themselves in his lack of luster in meeting this individual (nothing personal Coll, Rose is always grumpy ;3;). Hunting. His tone cold, distant, and to the point. Having no interest in talking anymore if he was being honest. 

Not wanting to turn his back on the individual just yet, uncertain of his motives, he was quite confident in his tracking abilities now that the salty tang of the ocean wasn't drowning out the scent of prey in the woods... all he had to do was get comfortable again without someone who might despise him through rumors.