One dark brow raises, an obvious expression of doubt if his grunt isn't enough for her. Magical arrows or not, Allogators have very few 'soft parts' for her to hit, but her next point is the one that nearly makes him laugh. In fact, the corner of his lip curves up beneath his beard, his voice rumbling with something like amusement. "Fo' it ta run off? Shur." He'd pay to see the exchange of wills before the creatures decides she's a lost cause and vanishes into the undergrowth of non-sentient logs - but it wouldn't help with her quest, and he suspected she'd end up right back here.
With the medication given and the business seeming to be done, Colt starts to make a habit of surprising him. Grimm tilts his head, widening his stance as he weathers her request for him to go with her. His arms cross, muscles pressing against each other the same way his lips do, wrestling with the inconvenience it presents and the unwelcome obligation to keep this woman from getting herself killed.
Silence stretches longer than a few seconds as he debates the choice, his eyes scanning over her to the point that would make most people uncomfortable, from pleading eyes to bitten lip, a stalking creature willing to wait as long as necessary to gather the key details. Only once he's collected enough information does his speak again, the deep echo of his voice cutting through the dark shadows with stark clarity. "Foine. Oi neied plan's from the area." Grimm nods his head, the question ringing out, "When?"
With the medication given and the business seeming to be done, Colt starts to make a habit of surprising him. Grimm tilts his head, widening his stance as he weathers her request for him to go with her. His arms cross, muscles pressing against each other the same way his lips do, wrestling with the inconvenience it presents and the unwelcome obligation to keep this woman from getting herself killed.
Silence stretches longer than a few seconds as he debates the choice, his eyes scanning over her to the point that would make most people uncomfortable, from pleading eyes to bitten lip, a stalking creature willing to wait as long as necessary to gather the key details. Only once he's collected enough information does his speak again, the deep echo of his voice cutting through the dark shadows with stark clarity. "Foine. Oi neied plan's from the area." Grimm nods his head, the question ringing out, "When?"
Grimm
Warriors don't show their heart until the axe reveals it.
