She was tiny. That much was made even more obvious as she came to a stop and faced them. She seemed nervous, stuttering her first word. No matter, she seemed to regain some semblance of confidence in a matter of moments, though she still shook slightly.

"MacRieve." MacRieve. For all intents and purposes, MacRieve was his name as much as Uilleam was. Baltair was MacRieve, his family was MacRieve. Even if they were in a different pack, a MacRieve wolf was still a MacRieve wolf. He didn't like giving people his name; they butchered it. Nor did he like people calling him Will. His family had called him Will. His Mam, his Da, his older brothers. His little sister would've called him Will, had she not been still in the womb when she'd been killed. Only Baltair called him Will. Was the only one who could call him Will without being attacked.

Will was not good in social situations. He was standoffish and gruff on his good days. Baltair was the nicer brother, more likely to chat and get laughs than snap and growl. A shaft of light hit his eyes, illuminating the pale blue flecks and making his eyes seem to flicker that same ice blue for a few moments before regaining their gold color.

He snorted at her 'I can take it'. No she couldn't. She might if she had an assassin's or mercenary's skills, which she clearly did not. She was genuinely wary, and not just putting on an act. He grinned sarcastically, if a bit meanly when she noted their foreign status. Not because he genuinely felt hostility towards her; he didn't know her well enough to outright hate her. It was more out of habit. "No, we're no'." He didn't know how to continue the conversation, though if he was being honest, she intrigued him. "Are you a traveler as well, lass?" It was the only question he could think of. She didn't seem like she was familiar with the Crags as a native or a long-term inhabitant might be.

As if one being, the twins leaped down to her level, landing seamlessly. Will sat back on his haunches, an ear with a chunk missing from the side flicking. His scars were more prominent closer up, now instead of looking like a tangle of deformed flesh, now looked like something entirely more morbid. Like something tried to claw through his ribs to his heart, wanting nothing more than to snatch the organ clean out of his chest cavity. At least his face was still unscared, unlike his twin.

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