"So you ain't a pinch concerned about all that..." There was a pause, tongue darting out to dappen cracked and dried lips as he conjure up the proper word, "Hootin' and hollerin' then? That sounded like... hell, I don't know what that sounded like, darlin'."
He's heard packs of coyotes yelping wildly in the night, the screams of panthers, the howl of wolves, and such other things in the night that would snatch the soul right out of an unsuspecting persons. This was something very different. It caused the hunter to stand suddenly from where he sat and peer out the window. Also excepting to see something even beyond his comprehension. But his hostess did nothing but bat a curious eye at him when he looked back to Isis for confirmation. They both heard the same thing, right? Her calm eased him down from that flight of action. Though the edge of action was still just one leap away.
@creolejesus β stuff like that happens here all the time. β
"Happens all the time, huh..." Giles echoed, once more turning his sights out into the darkness of the bayou. As often as he trudged through the swampy terrain, the hunter never could be to careful on his travels. Teaming with all matter of life and all matters of secrets still, dangerous ones he'd wager. "Guess it comes around when I ain't present. You sure you don't want me to look? I'd only take a walk 'round the house."