Blacktail Deer Plateau Callous be his mind, but there are razor blades for that.

Not a problem, darlin'  <3

Something akin to a mouse's spine snapped behind him, and knowing it was right behind him, his upturned hackles conjoined with his mangled and backwards scruff, becoming the collar of a cape to the Demon. He said nothing though; if someone wanted to off the yearling, then they had better do it before he managed to get them, first. Impatient for the potential end, he turned a lowered crown behind him, a burning gem to his right, using his peripheral to assess the coming foe.

Nenx drastâona, his nares told him. New blood.

His gait continued, the swagger from side to side as his growing body took those steps forward on the patrol. Left, and right, almost hypnotic, the sway. 

"Surprised you chose me to walk with, tonight.[font]" A minute smirk laced his words. "[/font]Especially considering I was ready to rip your throat out if you disrespected Kavik in any way."

He wasn't purposefully being rude - the yearing was actually being honest. He also didn't speak much, so any sort of conversation was either going to be awkward or unnerving at best.