He paid no mind to Keith's scathing words. Keith was a child to him. The boy was not of mating age, and that was all that mattered in the natural world. The white male was still a boy, no, a brat, like Ira was. But isn't your Cara the same age as him? Itzal hissed mockingly. Kaname ignored the mocking voice. Cara was different. She was very different from other yearlings, that was certain.
Keith said he was hunting and promptly turned away, heading in an opposite direction. Concidently, so was the assassin. He smirked, a mocking tone entering his voice since he knew how much this would aggrivate the yearling. "I was planning on hunting as well. Why don't we go together and take down something big for more to share?" It had a dual purpose. One, more prey for the pack. Two, he could see how Keith worked. The best time to see a person in their truest form was under stress and hunting was stressful to most wolves.