Totoka River be the hunter and the hunted

To the younger male's snarky remark, Corvo gritted his teeth, but did not bare them. That sort of off-handed comment reminded him of his brother. An unfortunate and unpleasant stain on the roadmap of his memory. It brought with it ideas of what this stranger might be capable of, only making Corvo more guarded. His ears flicked back against his hackles. 

"I already told you," he answered, "lucky for you, thick-skull."

The insult rolled off the tongue with no force behind it, but it was said nonetheless. Staring with a dubious glint in his golden gaze, Corvo knelt back on his haunches until he was sitting. He was still tense and ready to flee should the need arise, but he was attempting to give a peace offering. 

"The name's Corvo, by the way. Not Samaritan."