[Rude as heck! Shay is not used to working with others; always been a bit of a lone wolf. This is obviously reflected, just a tad, in his teamwork skills.

He shifts his weight, slinging his rifle over his shoulder and in front of him, held at an angle. Another gloved hand works at a pouch fastened to his hip.]

You heard the feline, didn’t you? That thing lured fisherman to their deaths. They didn’t just stumble into someplace they shouldn’t be.

‘Sides, what happens the moment you try to reason with it, and it drags you in, too?