Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

Van detected the female was unimpressed by his entrance, most wolves were, so this was nithing new to the male. She seemed more annoyed by the way he questioned her choice is food. Van finding it hard to see a wolf, a carnivore tucking into such a thing. He, himself never cared to indulge in such a thing. So having come across such a sight, Vandal found it hard to wipe the smirk from his white and gray muzzle, tail giving a couple of amused flicks behind him as he remained still before the female.

Cold eyes watched as she took a step forward, ears twitching a top his head as he listened to her voice, his head tilting to the side some as he listened. Feeling a little saddened it was him that had startled her, the brute's gaze shifted from her form to peer around them, ears arching forward as he caught sound of distant thudding, eyes looking back to the female as she confirmed it was the noise that had startled her originally and not him. Though her last words caused the male to laugh lightly, sapphire eyes glancing back to her as he spoke, ”I guess I cant argue with that.” He smirked again, for something sweet was indeed, nice. Though his ears remained arched a top his head as he now stood, listening to the distant sound of thudding.