Snowforest Taiga Anguished.

As soon as he'd made his move, the norther took his heed seriously stepped back -- good. A quick glace to notice that he'd been guarding his throat as well, which earned a disinterested flick of an ear from the woodlander. If violence was needed for him to get the message to not tramble all over his shit then so be it, but since the message was clear, there was no use in tiring himself out with a fight that wasn't necessary.

He did not move away entirely. Rather, the pale boy continued to stalk around him and his small cache. Glacial orbs glared at the large lupine, and his muzzle wrinkled in warning as to what would happen if he launched an attack. And who the fuck was Valmua? God, these Teekon wolves were obnoxious.

"Your woman isn't here, garçon." He commented with a hint of snide in his voice, assuming that this Valmua was some woman he'd been chasing after. It appeared to be that time, afterall -- breeding season was quite close and caused many to act on as little brain matter as possible. Did his "Valmua" get tired of him and left him searching for her tail-end? That must suck.

Finally, his little aquaintence decided to speak up again in an attempt to relate his situation to his own, even commenting that he shared no interest in his food. A soft breath left his nostrils, eyes still slited with annoyance as he stepped back to continue digging his.....for fuck sake.

Snow had fell from the upper slope of the den and into its opening -- probably while Kast was too distracted talking to this imbecile. 

For a moment, the woodlander would inhale as his eyes closed and his jaw tightened -- trying not to loose his shit -- and then his stare comes back to the northerner infront of him. Blank, tired, unnaturally calm-looking considering that he'd been looking at the very person who'd been pissing him off. And then -- "I see. So you've basically come here in search for someone to mistake as your breeding stock. Fair enough--"

 He finally spoke again. Looking down at the hare pile below and shifting to pick them up while he spoke. If he could not dig his den in peace, then he'll spend the rest of his time reprimanding the northerner. "When would be the part where you continue looking for them and stop harassing the stranger, hm?"