Jack stared at Axel for a solid three or four seconds a mixed bag of confusion, anger and a little tinge of fear roiling over his face before he managed to at least outwardly lock that down into an icy stare before he let out a quiet whisper, though he did grow louder and more animated the longer he spoke.
":scotland: what kind of ass backwards country where you comin' from th' yet firs instin' on seeing a living animal, much less some wit' a colla' and jangly bits signifyin' 's someone's pet o' familliar, tha' yer firs' instint... Is ta trow a damn harpoon at it!
":scotland: One where pets that aren't feline are rare," Axel said flatly. He did not seem intimidated in the least by Jack's staring. "Also one where meat that isn't infected and trying to kill you is rare."
Ylva growled at Jack, hackles raised, until Axel thumped the butt of his harpoon on the ground, at which point she returned to him and sat at his side, panting.
":scotland: Second, my vision must be going, because neither of those things had a collar that I could see."