Hunter stared, wide-eyed, blinking.
“Double Dead-” What a peculiar thing to say!
One breath, Hunter considered barking madly at the man for continuing to hold his hand out, but the sudden appearance of the owl took precedence and his glare only shifted for a moment before he refocused.
Hunter liked birds.
Now there would be two dead things left on the beach tonight.
Second breath, Hunter's lungs stilled dramatically at the second demand to shake his hand. As angry as the scraggily siren looked, he was severely lacking in the fortitude department, his gloved hand reaching out almost immediately to shake the wizards at their request.
“Why were you out here, were you looking to die?”