i'm hearing all the alarms ring-a-ling

Oh, she's trying to talk to him. Davey is already starting to wipe the gore from his axe on the grass, making sure it's clean and well cared for before returning it to its resting state. Winding the spring back up took some effort, so there's no use in dawdling. Adrenaline still thick in his system, Davey tries not to narrow his eyes too much as he focuses back on the girl.

"'s fine, coyotes are bitches." Shrugging, like it's no big deal. To Davey, at least, it's not. Nova, then, she offers her name. Davey is a little light in the manners department, and she smells like enemies. "Scald." It's an easy enough lie, taking his brother's name in place of his own. Unapologetic and a dickhead, sorry about him.

"speech"