Logan stiffens, his nose wrinkling as he grabs his glass and sips on it again, kissing out a content sound, "I usually drink alone," he grumbles slightly, shifting in his seat as if he could give the other more room.
Logan looks at him again, staring a little too hard,》
Logan scoffs a bit at that, listening to the distant rustling in the bushes. His face twitching.
"Tch, I'm a bit harder to kill than you'd ever realize, Bub..." he smirks a little, then turns his head toward a louder distant sound, frowning, "But you oughtta get inside.》
Logan flinches at the sound, his eyes widening, his nose scrunching as he smells the distant scent of wolf.
"I can handle myself..." he mutters, still starting to trail behind the other man, "But you... you ain't built to be huntin' werewolves, are ya? You smell pretty》


















