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Ears flicking forward as the grumbles reached him, the boy's arrogant smirk grew. So, it didn't like wolves - that only made this all the more fun. He followed the thing for a number of minutes, focused on the movements and masking his own, until he saw the ears flick back upon the creatures head. Ah, now he had been heard. If he had not been watching so closely, he would have thought his cover had yet to be blown - but the simple gesture alerted Aries to the fact that he had been spotted in his quiet approach.

The thing began to lope forward, as if in fearful fleeing to get away from the Reaper's jaws, but the Svartell son was not a fool. He knew this game. The yearling made off into the distance, as though he had given up in his pursuit, only to shift his course and wind up exactly in front of the creature's path.

"Not all of us are as thick-skulled as you think." The words left his maw smoothly, as if he had said the phrase a thousand times only to perfect it before it released from his jaws - but he hadn't, this was only the nature of his way with words. He did not speak overly often, but when he did the sentences he spoke seemed well-thought out, rather than rambles conjured on the spot.