Haunted Wood I don't want your crowd

Vanity growled ever so softly. Well, she did. She was sure she was alone until this youth started up. She wasn't going to do much about it though.
"Vanity." Her reply was curt. Evidently pissed.

"Cone. Hunt with me and I'll teach you how to be quiet." 
It wasn't a deniable request. It was a demand only a stupid pup would decline because it was learning. She gave the youth a hard look before turning to find her next prey that this youth would catch.