Moonspear call me a thief

His sniffs were paused when she turned to behold him, rather quickly at that. For an instant there, he might've held his breath--he wasn't going to say, but when what he wanted to think looked like surprise registered on her features, he twitched his tail knowingly with a nod, and exhaled. Not quite apologetic about it either, but.. certainly noted, and since maybe not his exact intentions but one he would claim since she didn't give him the impression she was overly offended about it. Also noted, and perhaps a touch encouraging...

She was right, though, and he knew very well what it looked like. Yeah. Antares, he said with a small gesture towards his chest to match, and mention of fox perked his ears. Then, his father appeared at his side, warranting a good look his way and tail wag to compliment. Instantly bolstered then, he peered towards Frøya's hole and loomed closer himself. Definitely, the dark youth said, showing the tips of his teeth for a quiet sneer. Between the three of them, he had no doubts. Even if he didn't know the stranger, Frøya, rather, her bearing gave him no cause for concern. It was her idea, after all. They've been stubborn lately... he added, craning his neck to potentially spot the offender from its depths, contemplating the best approach now.