The only warning the boy was given of what was to come was the minute sound of water droplets against the surface of stone. His black and silver painted ears twitched upon his already impressive skull, his joints only managing a half turn before WHAM- there's something damp and hard hitting him and bouncing off of him like a rag doll. Of course, Emry only slightly shifts his position- it was almost like nothing had hit him, but he knew that whatever it was that had collided with him was much smaller and therefore must be feeling it more. But that was no concern of his, after all- it was their fault for running into him, whomever they were. Lowering his powerful square jaw low to the ground, the two year old is slowly stalking toward the spot they had seemingly tumbled off to. A low growl is seeping from his jaws- he did not take kindly to those so foolish as to not know what's right in front of them. Granted it was dark in here- but that thought had another thing dawning on him. It was dark in here- why the hell were they even running to begin with. He cannot help the words- they slip. 'Are you really that stupid?' He doesn't care who he speaks these words to, he means them and his tolerance is quite low in this moment.

But then it's almost as if the perfume finally registers in his brain, and his massive right paw is pausing midstride, though the girl most likely cannot see this. "It's you." For indeed, it is her. The girl that had tried taking his kill from him- the delicious moose calf he had enjoyed many moons ago. It had been a delectable thing, tender and mouthwatering- and simply all the more so because he had brought it down. Well. Mostly he had- the small girl had helped him somewhat, but barely, if any at all. It's instant the way his hackles return to smoothe against his shoulders, and how his paw falls then only to continue his walk toward her. Because he was now used to the darkness of the cave, Emry was able to see the outline of her small fourm which had moved slightly away from him- it was obvious in her posture and lack of spit fire that she had no idea who he was. At least, not yet, she didn't. He might have given himself away with his speech and his voice, but oh well. It wasn't like one could truly hide in the shadows- they had to come into the light some time or another.

Tilting his large skull to the side as the deep molten gold irises of his grandfathers though laced with crimson as searching for her, he is content to allow her mind to wander, if that was what she was doing. He wanted to see how fast she would pick up on just who he was, and if she infact remembered him. He gave her nothing to go off of any longer though, beside if she were to glimpse him or finally notice his particular scent. Otherwise he gave no words, and certainly didn't offer her the memory of their encounter. For if she were as sharp as she had seemed, she would undoubtedly remember. And if she didn't, well, Emry had to admit it would be quite the disappointment. Though she had pissed him off upon their first meeting- even more so when she tried to claim and take the kill from him, as futile as that was- there was a spark to her, an energy that seemed to draw him in. A spitfire, as he had dubbed her just prior to her literally running into him. Literally.

And though he's completely silent and awaiting her, that isn't to say he isn't reacting himself. He can feel an amused smile creep across his dark, handsome muzzle, his eyes still focused on the outline of her fourm as she slowly came more and more into light for him. The longer it was he spent within the dark confines of the cavern with minimal light, the easier it was for him to see things and adjust his eye sight. Soon enough, he could even catch the wine red of her gaze that mirrored his own in an inverse fashion, though he might not have known it. Just as her pelt was the inverse of his own- opposites in all ways, except for perhaps their fire and their pride. Then again- Emry only knew what he knew based off of one encounter with her, and nothing more. But as time passed the growing male found himself excelling in this skill- the skill of learning another on the drop of a dime, of unraveling them and seeing their insides clear as day. Mayhaps this girl would give him such an opportunity- whether she liked it or not.