Realising that she was talking about theft of his necklace, his hand immediately went back up to it, even though she had done the opposite of threatening to steal it. It wasn't just a necklace. Far from it. That was simply how it appeared in human form because bridles didn't fit so well on human faces. "It is my bridle. I am a Kelpie." Ivarr glanced at the gore on the riverbank. "The Hunt is only just beginning. There will be much more to come if you are still hungry later."
The mention of Egypt immediately pulled his thoughts toward the Nile, imagining swimming in that storied river. Sometimes he did have river envy. Scotland didn't have a Congo, Amazon, Mississippi, or Nile. "That is understandable. Names hold more power than people realise." His didn't hold any literal power, but sharing his oldest and truest name did imply a certain amount of trust. "Egypt and Scotland are great places. I have never been to Egypt but it is true that Scotland has real fight and still has an identity after all these years, even if it isn't quite the same as it once was." He shrugged. "What are you? A shifter or a fae or something else? I get lumped in with the fae a lot. The malevolent kind."