Snowforest Taiga Anguished.

"Too late" was, sadly, the correct choice of words.

Not even within the seconds of Kaster creating his additional dig-out to hide the food and some bumbling fool came stepping into the picture. A scowl was quick to cross his features, followed by an annoyed grumble as his icy gaze trailed towards the interloper. Some pale wolf boy -- probably of artic origins -- and looked like he'd had his shit-kicked in a few times judging by those scars.

Kast didn't know who the hell this was, or who the hell this male even mistaked him as (and honestly,  he could care less). The only thing that mattered to Kaster was the food and the partialy dug den this man needed to step the fuck away from.

"Do I know you?" The woodlander asked rather judgmentaly with an arched brow, taking a step over his food with a fore paw to guard it and sizing up the boy in front of him.