#you two.

“You know, I wouldn’t have had to give them directions in the first place if you didn’t go out of your way to be so vague with yours. ”

Though not in his wolven form, Fenrir thinks that if he were, he would’ve flicked his ear in annoyance (and, despite himself, had a tail wag going behind him), having long sensed their entrance into his woods. He grabs the nearest object to his left and pretends to polish it, busying his hands, though he trusts they know him far too well to know that he’s hiding something about him. And that annoys him more.

“I’m a busy man.” he was not, in fact, busy. “So what do you want? If you’re here to gloat, we can play mud tag.”