The warrior sat and waited for an answer, but none was forthcoming. With another one of those sighs (he seemed to have perfected the act), he drove the handle of his fishing pole into the sand, pinning it between a couple of large rocks from farther back to keep some intrepid fish from running off with it. That done, he turned to peer along the beach, and up along the treeline of the hill behind this spot on the beach. The feeling of eyes was gone, but now that he was focused, his gut told him he was not entirely alone.<br/><br/>"Oi!" he shouted, at least loud enough for whatever eavesdropper, stalker or peeper might be in the trees. "I know yae're there, sae yae may as well stop 'idin'. I swear, if et's tha' panda-girl from the Inn, I'll swat yaer arse proper!" He started making his way along the beach, eyeing the trees atop the hill and trying to determine the best way up.<br/><br/>"Feckin' weird-arse pandaren stalker wench, no feckin' means no..." he muttered as he paced along the sand. Finally, he found a spot where the hill sloped down from the rocky face it presented and began the slow climb/hike up. However, Teryus was not so foolish as to let his guard down. Even if it wasn't some strange stalker, merely a curious wandered, the island had its own share of dangers. There were moonfang wolves, many of which would give the worg he rode reason for pause, and they were the<i>least</i>worrisome thing that Darkmoon Island could throw at those who brooked its ire.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>