The brute's stern, scowling expression brightened a little when the defiant little girl suddenly swung around and shouted back at him in an act of aggression that he was beginning to think she had been lacking. His eye widened a little and his brows raised--it was obvious that she had taken his appearance for more than granted and was undeniably fearful of it, as harmless at the cyclops could potentially be. It seemed there was a bit more to this unexpected visitor than he'd anticipated, and, evident by the smile that suddenly stretched across his face, he was pleasantly surprised. He laughed--laughed!--and smiled calmly at her, evidently impressed by her sudden display of a back bone. "That's more like it," he said, like some sort of father trying to teach his children an important life lesson. Hell, he was four years old. The brute was old enough, and he had never taught anyone anything... well, not since he joined Phoenix Valley, anyway. The pack was changing him more and more each day, but deep down, well, he could still be an ass.
His tail waved comfortably from side to side and he cleared his throat. "For her sake, you shouldn't see her," he began, eye wandering to look elsewhere. He didn't much care that she was afraid of him; he didn't change who he was for anybody, but apparent by his demeanor, things could change him. That was what the pack had done, after all. His smile wavered now, forming a rather desolate-looking frown. "She's lost her sight and she's pretty banged up. Right now, she just wants to be left alone. That's the truth, Adelaides." He nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders, returning his gaze to her.
