operation little birdie

The male watched the fox dash off and then up into a tree, his eyes following her smaller form with ease. He didn't know she thought of fooling him, but had she spoken of doing such he would have had a good laugh over it. If anyone was to be fooled, it would be the fox. Sure, they were sneaky and truly vile little mammals, but Kove knew he could be better. He could lie like a rug to get information out of someone, and there was nothing, or no one, stopping him from lying simply because he could. After all, who would defend some thieving, bushy-tailed vulpine? Definitely not him, and he hoped for everyone's sake he wouldn't have to worry about any of his pack mates trying to stand up for the creature. Not that they would truly have a reason to, as his intentions were not to harm the girl. She'd yet to really do anything wrong, aside from insult him, but a mere insult was nothing, particularly when such words came from the mouth of an obnoxiously childish pest.

Nevertheless, he allowed a nonchalant grin to spread across his maw, and a low chuckle followed after it like a lost puppy. “Why would I want to catch you?” he called up to her, long legs bringing him closer to the tree as he spoke. The Inuit man walked close enough to see the girl, but not so much so that his neck would cramp from tilting his head back to see her. “You foxes really don't know how strong your scent is, do you? It is highly unappealing, too.” Kove's grin widened, a bit mischievously, even. It'd been awhile since he acted in such a childish way with anyone other than Scarlett, but today he'd decided to make an exception. All because he was a bit curious about the vulpines and how they thought. His personal interests were put aside when she made a cheeky comment on the weight of not just him, but all wolves in general. It caused him to quirk an invisible eyebrow at her, before settling his facial features back into a more neutral expression—almost, anyways. The grin still remained, though it had shrunken ever so slightly. “All wolves are different, you know. Some might be large, but others are rather slim. Some have even found ways to get into trees before, so it might be best to watch what you say. Never know what type of wolf you're speaking to, fox.” The pallid lupine was not one capable of such a coup, but the lady in the tree couldn't possibly know that.