“Grrrrrrr.”

The growl within his chest rises in depth and tone at his sister’s childish antics, throwing herself atop him now to bury her milk teeth in his ear, to shove and push against him as he continues to lie sprawled atop the earth. He had been content, comfortable and relaxed at the beginning of the day. Now he found himself growing irritable and agitated at his sibling’s constant demands. It was not surprising, perhaps, that she was a pushy, bossy creature, confident and curious and indeed Gunsynd was surely these things too, in his own way and yet his way was not so flamboyant or ostentatious. He is a subtle creature, truly and his sister had continued to ignore his subtly offered rumbles of discord all the same- though for now his patients ensues as he asks, at last, what it is she is after and she tumbles from his form to stand before him. His silvery ears prick forward as she speaks, her hissing whisper akin to Tobias entirely. Never took more after their father then he himself did, of that he was sure. He was surely his Mother’s son.

Toys? His head tilts to the side, curious and yet whether he is curious enough to actually stand up remains to be seen, his forest green gaze narrowed in wariness. Her explanation was decidedly brief and it is this that seems to cause him to consider whether it is worth this use of energy to engage himself in such a potentially foolhardy quest. Despite his outrageous stubbornness there exists within the young male a softness perhaps….for his sibling one that sees him reluctantly pull himself to his feet now. She nudges at him softly and for now he allows it, tail flicking lightly before she suggests they must keep it from the others.

“What others…”

He mumbles the words with some faint touch of sarcasm.

“There are no others who would want your toys.”

Lonhro, maybe, their older half sibling a truly curious fellow and one who might be given to the frivolities of toys and yet aside from him he was doubtful any of the other young wolves might seek to want to take from the young Princess. He moves to follow behind her now, strange white marked tail held high as he does.

“How far is it?”