Re: [B&B: Nishka and Atticus]
Wasn't concerned. Atticus didn't worry until he had to worry. Hadn't happened often. Wasn't afraid of anything much. A lifetime spent with the dead did that. Had supervised a group of high school students that insisted on summoning demons after they did their homework. Was a wolf now. Had seen too much to frighten. Just gave her that casual, lazy smile. Waited. Was good at waiting. Could be said that he was a pro at waiting things out.
"Not sure," he said of there being something about her. The wolf could sense all sorts of things, but Atticus didn't actually communicate with his wolf. Most of the others in the pack had some significant level of interaction; not him. He could tell when the wolf didn't like something, but that was about the extent of it. Didn't have long and growling talks about philosophy.
Gave her a few more seconds of consideration, and then he laughed it off. "Might be getting paranoid. Happens. Dementia, maybe? Am getting significantly grey." There was a fair amount of silver in both Atticus' hair and beard. Wasn't a vain man. Didn't care. Nodded at her empty beer bottle. "Another? Or think you can sleep now?"