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He had his answer when the pup responded, and Dapper's grin widened. The child's limited communication skills suited him just fine— if a search began or if the pup was able to get away, there wouldn't be much for it to relay back to its parents or pack. It wasn't yet time to steal the child away and run, though that optioned continued to play in the back of the grey male's mind... For now, he would keep playing with the youth and lure him further into a false sense of security, all the while directing him further and further away from safety.

He picked the tail back up from where the child had dropped it, once again shaking it in the pup's face, before flinging it as far as he could away from the territory. With any luck, the youth would instinctively follow it— and Dapper trotted in the direction of the tail, so when the pup did bring it back, they'd both be well outside pack boundaries...