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Ensio's response was swift, silent. He hadn't been far when the Northerner called out, specifically for him. He was surprised he did at all, making his hackles raise in the cold air. He turned away from the caverns and set off with a purposeful stalk to his gait. Issor would get an audience alright. Because Ensio had one hell of a bone to pick with the man.

As he materialized, seemingly out of the landscape, his air was anything but amicable. Glacial eyes were hard, yet burning with a white hot flame. His thickened winter coat left no question to whose son he was, making him, a boy not yet fully grown, seem bigger than he really is. His charcoal masked face was firm, oddly mature for his age. With the presence of his sire and the ferocity of his mother, Ensio (and his brother) would be a powerful force one day.

He didn't want to hunt. Didn't want to bond. He wanted to spar. To vent. To set things straight, once and for all. He prowled up to the dark Northerner, tail blatantly raised. "Finally taking time out of your busy schedule, I see." He rumbled. "Or have you decided I am not invisible after all?" His emotions were ready to burst. His temper hair trigger thin. Ensio was confrontational and even rude (all of which he considered justified), but he was not a violent young man.