It was almost sweet, how she spoke for his safety when she was in danger if she were found. Axha'a would be too, but he thought the Ishgardians were more likely to throw him back over the border. He could give the Wood Wailers the slip; he'd had enough practise by now. Perhaps hunkering down in Ul'dah or Limsa Lominsa would be for the best for a while after this.

Those thoughts flashed through his mind rapidly. When he imagined buying a present or two for the kits, he knew he had to clear his head. The white wolves had eyes that glinted in the light, as reflective as the snow around them. The noses twitched, but they didn't seem to be prowling so much as watching.

Still, there was a sense of motion stilled - they were poised to either leap or to flee. Axah'a would grudge noise as much as bloodshed at this point.

"I'll be quite all right. If you need to make an exit, I'll stare them down. Don't turn around."