Redtail Rise adorn my silver crown

He can't help but let out a chuckle, amused by Ancelin's older brother-esque wisdom.

However, he is quick to regain his stoic composure. The wolf could be lurking anywhere. A moment's distraction could be life or death.

Pausing, mulch and other bits of vegetation go flying as he gives his dark fur a quick shake. He shadows his cousin closely, picking up the pace and mimicking his posture. 

Soon, they both spot the figure in the distance. The boy readies himself, belly brimming with anticipation. They would give chase. He looks to Ancelin for guidance.

I can keep up. He assures, one step behind the Bjern.