A growl rumbled in Beltran's chest. He hated when others spoke to him as if he were slow. The brute couldn't be all that angry. He had to remind himself that he was in unfamiliar territory, and no one here knew him. He took a breath, clarifying his single word question. "What is a swamp? Don't have anything like that where I'm from," he stated quite matter of factly. This was followed by him rolling his eyes. Again with the stupid... There was a small draw back to being a poor conversationalist. Not everyone understood he meant something specific, not something broad and generalized.

A small harumph escaped him as he shook his head. His expression quickly turned to surprise. Was she flirting? Beltran was mildly puzzled by this shift in Bryce's trail of words. "Uh..." the dark coated brute stammered momentarily before regaining his composure. "Depends on what's lurking out there, " he grumbled, "One wolf is only so much a match against certain beasts."

It certainly seemed prudent to know what was out there. If this female genuinely needed protection, he would gladly give it. For all his generally poor conversation skills, Beltran was not one to leave someone to fend for themselves. He took a breath, his green eyes scanning the area momentarily before focusing back on Bryce. "Day or night beasts?" The wolf inquired. He would need to know what he might be dealing with, if he were to help. Though Bryce did not seem incapable of fending for herself, Beltran would do his best to not pass judgment.