Oo. Sassy little pup, Grimoire observed as the tinsy female’s fur fluffed out to make her appear larger. The puppy was too small to make fluffing out even remotely worth the effort, but it did give Grimoire’s shriveled heart a thread of warmth to see. Sass was an excellent, quality after all. It made a wolf fun to tease. Oh! And look. Here little fangs flashed too. <3 Quaint. It was very quaint. Grimoire’s maw spread into a lazy, one-sided smirk. And then next line was?

“Who are you calling a punk?” Grimoire mouthed the words with her little playmate. Oh! Darn was she (Grimoire) good?! Nailed it! Bingo, sir, bing-go. So amused, her tongued flashed over her right lip and she shuffled on her paws. Her tail waved a bit more vigorously for a half a second. Her display lured the darling closer. Like Grimoire had previously observed - she loved the young ones; they were open minded and didn’t have a clue what a demon was. Maybe she’d teach this one a bit about what a hell-creature was.

In response to calico-wolf’s inquiry, Grimoire told her,

“It ain’t working, whatever technique you think you’ve got-”

Grimoire paused mid-sentence because of the youngster taking off after yet another false “trail” - if one could call it a trail even. It was blatantly obvious to Grimoire, but it’d been a few years since she was as tall as the grassed. She waited patiently for the pup to return. The black and sienna wolf was pleased by the crestfallen look of failure; it meant some wolf was ready to learn. Grimoire finished her thought soon after,

”If you want to chase something worth chasing, you have to use some senses. Do you know what the senses are, kit?”

Excitement kindled in Grimoire’s eye. This was an excellent topic. What a splendidly intelligent calico-kit to have sought knowledge about it! This was her favorite, subject too. She liked chasing living things. Being on the hunt was the singular time she ever felt real or as if she were actually acting in her own interest - which was terribly ironic because it was her mother’s interest. Odd how those things passed along bloodlines wasn’t it?