The kid laughs at me like he thinks it is funny. Does he THINK I am joking? I keep a solid, stern face in light of his antics, wanting to make him sweat a little. Make the kid wonder at his very existence. I think that is a bit of anxiousness I hear in his fake ass laugh but I can't be sure. Israfel was still somewhat of a stranger to me, at least in terms of our knowing one another very well. The grunt that is given at my tap is met with a satisfied smirk on my face, ears spinning to face the boy as I continue collecting my now dirty prizes. "I don't have a home, kid," I say with a scalding voice, clearly not impressed with his bravado.

I didn't need a home. My home was the wild where my paws could roam for days without worrying about some hoity toity alpha demands. My silver-blue eyes turn to watch the kid stick his tongue out and I growl at him, a warning of sorts. "Better make sure you tuck that thing back in lest it get ripped out," I warn, half in jest, although I burst out into a chuckle at his next statement. The boy was indeed still awfully young. "Oh, you mean you have better things to do than eat and take care of yourself? Well, don't mind me then, getting in the way of your complete laziness," I answer in a falsetto voice, lifting a paw and gesturing out with it.

Slowly my head lifts as I eye him, trying to decide if he is playing me. If he snatches my prairie dogs again... His next words make me snarl then grumble. "I ain't got any love for YOU. But, I can teach you some things and in return you can help me hunt. These prairie dogs aren't fit for a queen and I need a gift." One large paw reaches out to tap against his own in a pawshake of sorts before he stands. "Now come on then and I can show you how to track. Is your nose good for anything other than kissing older men?"