So this was another pointless scuffle brought on by their oh-so-helpful kidnapper's tendency to drop other people out of the sky on top of each other, or whisper ominous things in their ears until all of them were paranoid and snapping at each other's heels over nothing.

Great. What a fucking headache. Mal let out a sighed breath through his nose.

Well, at least they hadn't done each other any serious harm. Though the stranger — Jiang Yunxu, he introduced himself in accented English — clearly hadn't escaped the brunt of Mal's assault. Mal refused to feel bad about it. He hadn't done nearly the harm he could have, if he'd really been out for blood, and it wasn't like he'd had any way of knowing the other wolf was just as lost and confused as they were.

Still though. After getting a good look at the kid, Mal got the overwhelming sense he was just young and confused and probably pissing himself now that'd he'd been backed in a corner between ominous ghost voices and two actual cutthroats.

Myna seemed to have most of the negotiations in hand for now, but Mal figured it smart to clear the air on his side, too. With the threat of violence dwindling even further, Mal nodded at the explanation, then sat down, hopefully making it clearer he didn't intend to escalate as long as the talks remained friendly.

No harm done, Mal said, before Myna could answer. I thought you were the ghost too at first. We were all confused.

As for the rest...it sounded like the one common thread that tied most everyone in this land together. Being plucked from their home and stranded here. Wanting to go back, to get answers — Mal related. He'd leave that explanation to Myna, though, since she seemed to have a stronger grasp on the strange magic of this land, and had seen more of it than Mal.