White paws moved slyly through Malignant Felicity's foliage. It wasn't quite perfectly silent, though he was getting better at it everyday. Those paws weren't adult size, but they were large – a sign the owner of said paws was destined to be quite large when he reached adulthood. His eyes, amber with iridescent flakes of maple, spied a few birds that were settled on the ground just outside the bush he was hidden within. It was those annoying, black, large birds that were always around. The Malignant prince had caught endless amounts of mice, chipmunks and even a couple squirrels... but he had yet to catch one of those damn flying things. However, he never passed up an opportunity to get his first. Making as little noise as he could manage, the very young teen crouched low; wide eyes never flickering from his intended prey. After a moment that consisted of a mixture between hesitation and anticipation, he pounced. Front legs outstretched in hopes of knocking one of the fleeing creatures to the ground. He also craned his neck outward, snapping his teeth as an attempt to grasp a feathery prize.

Much to his annoyed dismay, when his feet once more made contact with the ground there was no bird beneath him, nor was there anything clenched in his teeth. Disappointed, yes, but not surprised. It was typically the same result when he'd tried to get them any other time. By now the nasty things were up in their trees, most probably looking down and laughing. Just that moment, a high pitched, taunting laugh chilled him all the way down his spine. It sounded vaguely familiar, though he couldn't quite place it's owner. It came from behind him, and though at first the surprise had caused him to tense, he quickly whipped around to see an adult female standing in the background beneath a large tree near the path. It was almost hard to make her out, as she was entirely black and standing in shadows. His eyes narrowed; it took a very short few seconds for the vocal tone of the laugh to register with a name in his mind. A wolf he knew as his sister stepped forward, walking onto the path.

“I don't think our mother would be very happy to see how you're playing with her pets.”

Leo scrunched his brow for a moment, considering what she'd said.

“Her pets? Those gross buzzards?”

The boy's voice still had that puppy quality on it, though a right fit for any other male his age. His tone had an obvious snarky edge to it. He had a strong dislike for being taunted, and he felt she was just trying to mess with him. Stiletto walked around her tricolored sibling and parked beneath the tree where all the birds now roosted. She looked up in their direction as she spoke again.

“Ah yes. I'm quite fond of them myself.” Her pale yellow eyes left their view of the flock and she placed her attention directly on him once again. The smirk she wore agitated him for a reason he couldn't quite place. “Though I prefer ravens to our friend crows here.”

“Whatever.” He rolled his eyes at her, and turned away to start walking down the path in the direction Stiletto had greeted him from. If he were human he'd be middle school age. Obviously taller than any pup, but still separated from the adults by quite a bit of height. Same with his maturity. He was past the naive stage and while he still had a pretty prominent curious streak, he was also developing stubbornness and whatever it is that causes his age to talk back. Thus, rolling his eyes was rather age appropriate.

“So rumor has it your dad's in town.”

Leonidas slowed his paws and ended up turning to face her.

“Why are you messing with me? Go find someone your age.”

He obviously didn't believe her, and he was starting to get frustrated. Stiletto was his older sister, and he'd come across her a few times before. He couldn't recall any of those meetings as being pleasant. She shrugged her shoulders.

“Hey, like I said... mom has her pets. Well, I have mine. They like to share all the dirty little secrets they see and hear. No one really pays them much attention, poor things, sitting there and eavesdropping on everything without a second thought towards them.”

Even being such a young teen, he could easily catch what she was pretty much overly implying. His dad? Leo had never met him, or even heard much about him. Hell, he'd heard it said before that he had two. He never thought it strange that he didn't know much about him, that's just how it was. He never considered meeting the guy. He stood there, gears turning in his mind and staring at nothing. Stiletto wore a particularly devious half smirk and turned her attention away from the boy, instead looking back up at her mother's little minions.


ooc; technically you can consider this a post for both stiletto and leonidas, though for the most part it's from his view so t posted it from him.