All that's west

He narrowed his eyes at her, not budging either physically nor metaphorically, unmoved by her enthusiasm or her attempt to logic at him. "There's strangers," he said dryly, "and then there's strangers. If I had to follow you around to keep you out, I can't say as we would be friends." He shook his head at her chattering, starting to see now that she was using the constant stream of nonsense to try to keep him off balance. Well, he would not be saddened to see the last of her though he suspected that her leaving now would not be the end of his encounters with this Sparrow. As air headed as her conversation made her seem on the surface, he wouldn't assume she wasn't devious enough to be putting on a show, nor did he assume she was the sort to give up easily. He'd have his wolves keep an eye out for her while patrolling from now on. Or any time, for that matter. He didn't trust easily, but he especially didn't trust the garrulous woman he was watching walk away.