Redsand Canyon They're throwing bottles at your house.

As expected, she is merely a gnat buzzing at his ear while he goes about his business. Before long there is a third presence and when Revui takes notice, he turns to look at them too, finally beginning to bristle a little down his scruff; he knows his capabilities but it is unwise to confront multiple wolves in any space, he knows that.

The voice hits him like a ton of bricks. The enigmatic fisherman? His boisterous voice fills the void between the stacks of stone, and he gallumphs alongside Revui, pointing out the presence of the seething woman as if she'd just appeared.

Before Revui could comment, the woman was sniping at them again. Talking about someone called The Saints, who he would have known about from Merrick had he been more attentive to the politics within his home pack. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Revui was oblivious. It was just as likely he'd be full of attitude regardless, as he did not take being ordered about by some useless woman kindly.

Unless you intend to join us? This one smells like a pack... but you don't. The shadow quips with a look between the two men. Revui has had enough of her by now. Her voice is a drone that is slowly burning through his ears. With a small flash of his teeth he faces Nemisis and says, We are hunting. Join us or get out of the way.