Greatwater Lake roped up, rat in a cage

He doesn't see the eye roll, but he hears the derisive snort, and that's enough to set his hackles rippling faintly. Scoffing, he glances over as the other settles. You get off on being rude or something? This time his voice is tinged with acid, sharp around the edges yet largely as flat as ever. You can stick around if you want, I don't care, but I will chase you off if you're going to be an asshole the whole time. There's a hardened confidence to his voice, one that speaks to experience, though he doesn't elaborate. He might be fucked up right now, but he's killed wolves bigger than this guy, and in a worse state than he is now. This time he's rested, fed, and prepared — and he remembers all of his training.