I don't need saving!

Mist curled around his maw as he chuckled, "Lucky for you, I get my directions confused on the regular." His eyes rolled. Guess she's fine. Which meant he could leave well enough alone if he wanted. She even said she was fine. Half a smirk lingering on his face, Iarlaith pulled himself back to his paws—yeah, definitely going to feel it later—and pointed himself in the direction he'd originally come from, only to pause.

His tail swished once, absently, head cocking in the direction, the, eh, "Big Bastard" had gone.

Brave… or foolish.

"Well. Congrats to us both on living to see another day…" His words trailed.

It wasn't a threat, was it? His head tilted, eyes sliding back to the she-wolf. Nothing like some cryptic parting words to keep a guy guessing. He shrugged it off. Literally.

He was a damned fool all the time. Hadn't killed him yet. That thought took his head down a dangerous path with one foul yank. He schooled his face, features sharp as he gave the she-wolf a final once-over. Scales. On a wolf. Who knew?

"You got a name to go with the hard head of yours?" He needed a reference point for every stupid, potentially life-ending thing he did, after all.

"Speech"