Northstar Vale Right Beside You

Reyson turned and lifted his eyes to hers. Yes Miss Meadow?

It seemed that she was about to ask a question, but of what he wasn't sure. If it got the uglyalright cute creature out of the way he was all for it. He'd do what he could. Even if it was possible he got a face full of prickles. He'd rather it was him than her, really.

Reyson stood still, eyeing the creature now with mild irritation. He was tired of backpedaling and trying to get away from it. Why was it being so irksome. He studied his paws. He wondered if he shoved it, quick enough to cut, but not get smacked could he get it out of the way. Then he eyed the creature taking note of it's form and where the spikes were. There were some chinks in it's armor, if he could aim for those....He lowered into a half-hunter position debating.

Though he was distracted by the giggle that had followed his words and he turned to her with a smile.

You really don't want to know, darling.

His eyes lighting up for a brief moment, before he was back at his stoic expression. Though truthfully if she did, he wasn't sure how he could answer her. Like what he could say you know it's just the form and the way it moves and what could be done. And he quickly cut off his thoughts. Turning back to the beast in front of him.