Blackfoot Forest misery

When the male answered, it was to say something that Haunter had already been made aware of, and then to further spew some nonsense about how mistakes kept a wolf humble. Haunter didn't see how this was related to feeding one's belly, as his own philosophy regarded a "mistake" as something to experience and suffer through only so that you wouldn't do it again. There was a mocking glint in the inky monolith's yellow eyes, but to Sveinn it would read as something like mild interest due to his generally lank expression. He was further irritated by the yearling's last words, but his expression didn't change and he had been wholly silent up to this point.

"Humility has nothing to do with hunting," he said after an uncomfortably pregnant pause. "And overworking yourself won't solve your problem either." He stared at the chocolate subordinate, wondering if he would be further offended or if he wanted to actually learn something. Neither choice would bother Haunter in the least.