Snowforest Taiga broken boy

tourmaline gaze looks between the both of them. the scrawny gray one immediately perking up, ratting himself out in the process, where masa fixes him a sharp glare.
but it is impossible to do much more before the woman is clambering atop a mound of dirt to peer him straight in the eye. shouting within his face, to which masa only deadpans upon her.
the boy, he begins, only to be cut off by more words—
he snarls, suddenly, snapping teeth. not mine. he warns in growl. your shouting lured me here. he interjects. so worried about hunters but you will be who brings them.