Rufio looked at her oddly, not liking the way she looked at his scar like that. He let his hands fall, one to the belt loop of his jeans and the other to the hilt of his golden sword. He made sure not to move back, no matter his instinct to counter her step forward.
"A pack of..." Hellhounds? Rufio had heard of Hell. It was someplace Hook wanted them all to go to, though he knew little else of it. It probably wasn't pleasant though, and if it had its own version of hounds.... "Wolves? Yeah, they're tough. But you must've fought them off, or been rescued. You're here now."