Hushed Willows get me drinkin' that moonshine

A lighthearted chuckle escaped his maw. His amusement was not hidden as he watched Boone brush away his face. Errant snowflakes still speckling the man's guard hairs.

Just yours so far. Haven't crossed the path of anyone else today.

Perhaps not an appropriate response to one's now disgruntled alpha. Yet he was granted patience, despite the sour note in the otherwise show of good sportsmanship. Kyrell would keep that in mind. Boone seemed like a patient guy by what he had witnessed so far. And that wasn't something Kyrell felt too keen on testing further.

Relenting from being a minor nuisance, Kyrell repositioned himself so as not to remain in Boone's personal space. Now standing at a politely social distance, Kyrell's posture loosened a touch. Head lifting with an inquisitive tilt. Gauging Boone before glancing to the sky and the flocking birds. Still want to figure out what's got the birds in a frenzy, or is it not worth the trouble?