The man in blue has dropped his voice low, but thanks to Skellig's hearing he can still pick it up. "A wolf pack must be careful with which beast it chooses to cut from the herd." He smiles wryly. "Choose your prey more carefully next time, little wolf. Or ask for aid, if need drives you." He fishes a silver coin out of his purse, presses it into the hand of the now open mouthed cut purse. The man in blue lets go of him and makes a shooing motion. "Go on now, off with you."

The wind shifts, blowing from Skellig toward the man in blue. His head tilts, turns Skellig's direction as if something has caught his attention. His course is now directly toward Skellig, although he does not seem hurried or upset in any way, just curious.