It had been quite some time since Annubis had to worry about trying to sneak away from his parents. Well, sneak away from mother. It was always Celestria that kept her eye tightly upon him and was quick to put a put a stop to any mischievous plans he could manage to concoct. Occasionally he could manage to convince her that Beowulf would keep an eye on him, but after her death, even his brother seemed to have vanished. Father assured him Beowulf was still around, that he was just dealing with mother's loss in his own manner but Annubis was no fool. He knew there was something else that kept brother away. One more notch in the belt he made of those that had abandoned him.

The golden boy speaks up, his words as demanding as if he had stomped his foot. Annubis could not help but to smirk. A single ear tilts sideways as the silver colt glances first one direction and then another, a sly smile playing across his lips. "Is that so?" he muses, his tones belaying his doubt. He is not afraid of danger? Well, from Annubis' own experience father and the older mares made quite certain there was not many dangers on the island that could harm a curious foal. However there were still plenty of things that could give them quite a scare. "Well if you aren't scared of dangers and know where you are going why don't you lead the way to the mangrove trees. I am sure our parents must be grazing near there by now... that is... if you know where it is." he quips with a sort of his own.

Surely father would box his ears if he heard him taunting the boy farther away from the herd but well, Annubis was not planning on letting him get hurt. He just wanted to remind him that he was older and burst the cocky boy's bubble a bit. Shouldn't at least someone else be miserable too?

He blows into his black forelock in annoyance. "Are you coming or not?" he asks shifting his stockinged feet beneath him.