Deepwood Weald Where's North?

Bastien's eyes narrowed at the wren, and his voice held a subtle threat.

"I can still eat you." He made his threat short and sweet and to the point. Jealous he was, but he still had his dignity as predator. 

He paused to hold back a chuckle.

"Itsy...?" Another pause. "You can't be serious."

He questioned to himself, They must have known when they named her....they must have. As much as he wished to make a remark, the brute kept quiet on the matter.

"Well...Itsy..." an unintentional pause remained, "If home isn't where you'll be headed, which direction are you planning to go now?"

He looked around him. The sky was still cloudy, but the snow had stopped falling for now.