[b] [u] Greyson Onyx [/u] [/b]

Grey frowned. [b]"Never underestimate a pack of wild dogs mi'la- miss."[/b] He said, catching himself. He really needed to stop doing that. Bold arrogance of that sort was always a bad idea; sure, there weaklings but a ton of weaklings can kill anybody. He certainly knew that, what with his near death moments ago. At least, that was the sort of things Brandt always taught him. 

She spoke again, and that was the sort of thing he could agree with. [b]"Right, lead the way, miss."[/b]