OOC: +5
Cotl wore that frown on his face as the woman looked at him with those green eyes. His own bi-colored eyes coldly looked at the wolven. She seemed amused at one point, but then the gaze would turn to digging eyes, one that would try and dig into you as you stared at them. Cotl let her see the anger he had for the world, and now, a slight anger for her staring so hard into his eyes. His eyes narrowed on the woman until they were pinpoints surrounded by the vivid crimson and then the icy blue that would ring around the red. The woman would tell him that he needn't worry about the woman staying long term because she wasn't planning on staying but a night or two in the house. No matter if it was long or short term, the two rules he already stated were still common knowledge that the clan should know anyways. He needn't go into any more specifics though since the woman pretty much asked him to shut up and save it (Cotl was awfully blunt and would simplify a situation to it's simplest form and use that) and so he didn't say anything more, instead, he cross his arms over his chest and sat back in his chair. She would let her eyes fall to the fireplace and the roaring fire that was inside of it. Cotl kept his eyes on the woman, the fire to be of no interest to him, and his eyes coldly rested on her and her wounded body. Large dingo-'yote ears twitched at the woman as she would seem to be lost in thought for a moment and then she would tell him that he didn't need to worry about his horse being destroyed by her. People said things, but it always didn't mean that they meant them. Cotl never completely trusted anyone. He knew that someone would one day fuck up. When they did, the man would be right there to fuck them up.
Cotl's audits flipped back, a frown still firmly stuck on his face. Why he was even sitting here for was because she was in his house, and she had to be watched. He didn't trust the Outsider yet, and it would take more than a seemingly innocent face (intentions were hidden, they always were) to get the male to be happy. The woman would have gotten lost in her own mind again, while Cotl was all in this word, not caught in personal daydreams as he was sitting there, his dark hair shading over those eyes, but you were still able to see the man's vivid eyes through the thin locks of hair that grew from his head. He probably would need to cut his hair eventually. He liked his hair a lot at this length though, it was a good change for him. He'd wait in silence (or close to complete silence except for Cotl's vocalizations) while she would get out of her stupid little world she was in and talk to him again. She told him that she did smoke other things, but she didn't have anything to smoke. She would give a smile to him, which he found to be misplaced and weird, before she would speak more. She told him that she had kokain. Cotl hadn't heard of anyone having kokain around here and Cotl's ears twitched in interest. A large ear would be pulled back in the direction of the woman.
Kokain ist cool. Vants ein piercing for ein hit?-NYEH- Cotl would ask the canine, the first sign of interest falling over his demeanor. Cotl wouldn't deny a some cocaine. It'd been awhile since he had done it, and he almost forgot what it felt like. He was willing for the rush again.