Emberwood Searching seering.

His icy gaze grew even more so, frosted over with cynicism, as she smirked and then stuck her tongue out. She was really just betraying her own words—childish behavior from someone who had called him and his brother 'little boys.'

Jakub glanced briefly at Nico, wondering if the other had any reaction to this interplay, before following the exchange of words with his eyes.

Scouting. Herds. Deer. All words he'd clocked before; beyond scouting, though, he wasn't interested.

Where? he asked, his voice caught between a boyish octave and a bullfrog's croak from disuse. His question was aimed at Akavir; he staunchly refused to give the girl any more of his attention or energy.