An ebon ear pitched back in reflex at the young male’s chuckle, and Suomi could already feel the slight lift of the guard hairs along her back. The smug little git thought he was clever, weighing in his own opinion on whether or not she was gambling. Honestly, she didn’t care to listen too closely to his rambling justification. He said she was gambling, she would argue she was acting on an informed decision – either way, bickering with a boy was useless and annoying.

“I have no desire to argue semantics with children,” Suomi replied over the last few words of Hyrule’s monologue as she passed by the young brute, a hint of a growl edging her words. There was a motion, then, in the shadows of the winter forest, and the dark fem’s gold-flecked, red eyes drifted a moment to linger on the figure which had perched itself on a fallen tree not far away – a female this time, tall and dusky, and, judging by conformation, even younger than the self-acclaimed “High Rule” of Taviora. At least this one could take a hint, by the sounds of it, and Suomi had to admire, if only slightly, the brass behind telling off this “High Rule” – even if she had done so more politely than Suomi might. To each their own.

Whatever the case, the fem’s dark silver paws continued on their intended path without so much as a hitch. The other two seemed to be pleasantly occupying one another, and that was perfectly okay with Suomi. Let them be busy with themselves; it’s all she had wanted to begin with, and she thought she had been making that fairly clear, but... Well, some wolves just couldn’t take a hint, even when it was brushing them off like a gnat in the heat.

Suomi’s hopes of solace were, however, quickly dashed by the young male’s persistent questioning. With the boy’s stationary being, however, she was quickly making distance on her jog, and she wouldn’t be bothered to stop and ramble as Hyrule had proven so well to do. “My names is Suomi,” the blackened fem relinquished in part without looking back, “Use your imagination for the rest.”

If the “High Rule” of Taviora wanted to press her further, he would have to get off his rump and chase after her.