Even though Psii had ventured out to get water and hunt, Psii thought like prey. He'd always been on the receiving end of violence, and couldn't stop his instincts screaming at him to hide or run. Of course, neither of those were an option now. He had shitty shoes and no hope of breaking this guy's line of sight long enough to disappear. He was so boned.

Psii was vaguely aware that he wouldn't be able to dodge around here for long. He had no way of knowing where sure footing was, where the ice ended and the water began. The man grinned with relish, something that put Psii in mind of either cruel highbloods or a particularly rough kismesis.

"....Ith thith really the time to be throwing falthe complimentth at my shitty knife crafting abilitieth? Are you actually trying to kill me?"

Psii never could learn to keep his mouth shut for long.