Grouse Thicket A Breath of Fresh Grouse

His tongue casually licked at the sharp edges of his canine, dark blue eyes watching as Liekos laid herself down and gradually began to tear into the grouse. A smirk made its way across his silver and white muzzle as he observed her quietly, nose twitching as the alluring odour of blood now lingered within the air as she tore into its delicate flesh. Vandal turned his head away briefly, eyes idly scanning their surroundings as he allowed the female a moment or two to feast without his stare remaining upon her. An amused glint shimmered within his gaze as he stared over the terrain, thoughts recalling back to Liekos' earlier gnawing of the apple, a notion still laughable to the male but at least this time she was tucking into something more satisfactory; a meal respectable enough for a wolf and so with that, he kept his gaze away; that is, until he caught the sound of her question.

Vandal blinked for the moment, tail moving to and fro slowly behind him as he brought his cold gaze back to Liekos, ”I do a bit of everything.” He said, simply offering the she-wolf a pearly grin, ”I like to keep my options open, you see.” The silver and white male shifted himself around, paws carrying him forward as he paced, eyes scanning the area they were currently in. ”So, do you have other skills? Or are you just a scout?” Van questioned, eyes trailing back to her form as he continued to walk around, eyes looking away from her and peering out toward the trees on occasion.