Meadowlark Prairie Why are you keeping this curiosity door closed?

A very bad wolf. 

Venamis' ears pricked, made all the more curious by this pallid stranger's description of the creature who'd made his mark on her face. His frosty gaze studied the scarring curiously and he carefully stepped closer, eager to better inspect the torn lips that left her fangs exposed.

At such proximity, he sensed something was off - an anxiety similar to that his mother might display when one of her offspring wandered out of view. Venamis' eyes shifted to look upon the adult's furrowed brow, and felt his chest swell a little with satisfaction that came with the assumption that he might be the cause of her discomfort.

She questioned the whereabouts of his parents, and wondered out loud as to why he was alone. The ebony youngster twitched his nose, remaining silent for a time that he hoped would further unsettle the yearling further, before lowering to his haunches so he could nibble at an itch on a shoulder. "They're boring," he complained simply as he looked upon her rugged features once again in attempt to communicate wordlessly: entertain me?