William's eyes were locked on Markus, trying to predict his movements. There was a brief change in the demeanor of the Ulfric as he heard the word night spawn. An insult to the werewolf, William couldn't help but feel it to be wise to avoid insulting the man even further. "Perhaps I did stumble upon here by mistake, but if I dare say, the tracks certainly helped." More of the Ulfric's pack began to approach from behind him. The hunter glanced momentarily at each of them, noting that one of them even had a shotgun trained on him already. He huffed, the cold air steaming up due to his warm breathe. 

The Ulfric, requesting that he remove his hands from his holsters, prompted him to smirk shortly. "Ulfric I presume, is it? As much as I would want to take you up on your offer of painting your snow today, i'll pass. After all the hunt is not why i'm here, not yet anyway." His hands slid back out of his pockets, and rested comfortably at his side. "If we don't find anything to disagree about, I might not ever have a reason to come back here either. I know my way back through the woods, although if you'd hear me out, I don't quite wish to make the hike back just yet." William patted his coat, trying to get some of the loose snow off himself. "I'm actually looking for a bit of hospitality perhaps. Maybe even a place to rest my legs till dawn if that's alright."