Thoughts to pounce, to grab the boy by the scuff of his neck and give him a proper scolding with teeth rather than words was what was on Sica's mind. The boy must have realized his charade was coming to an end, and the rogue was about to grab him. Being a lithe thing the boy did not waste time in escaping, rushing into Sica's sturdy form, then shooting off into the woods. He saw a blur of glowing white of the other male take after him. Sica did not make to run. No, he would let the boy go, but forever keep his scent, his works in mind. One day he would return the favor. A wary sigh, his hairs slicked back down, the ones that normally were not unruly, and Sica waited to see if the frosty wolf would return. He was ready to be scolded himself about being nice to the boy, or some damn thing.


The wolf did no such thing as he wandered back, looking more puzzled than they both had to begin with. Sica cast his ears back against his skull, then shrugged his large shoulders. His light colored jaws started to open, when he was being zoned in by the other wolf. A raised brow, he was about to take a step back from that narrowed gaze when he felt a nose brushing along his thick hair. He did not understand what that was for, but placed his raised paw back down. No need to freak himself out again, or go on the defensive. However, he was a bit ready to sit, and get this all out of his system so he sat down. "The boy was playing tricks on us, no ghost but him. He took off when I figured it out," he answered, letting his eyes following the invisible trail the yearling had left. He had to repeat to himself there was no ghost, his mind eventually getting the understanding there was only dead woods here. A built up sigh, he let raise deep in his chest, than swirl from his nostrils in a light wisp of steam. "You often hunt for ghosts?" He asked, with question shaping his mask, while his muzzle carried a grin.

The young wolf gone, and not much to be done Sica's interest was upon this one. He sparked the dark silver wolf's interest. Since he was no longer worried about demons, and spirits eating his soul he could actually think. His nose told him this wolf was part of a pack, one that had alluring scents that made him want to explore this place. There was no open place to ask, and Sica waited for it all to dawn on his new company. When it did, it did't quite seem it hit like a ton a bricks. One after the other till the paler of the pair figured it at. Rolling his shoulders, he had half a grin. "Just a boy," he murmured, wondering if the other recalled playing such tricks, or lacked the opportunity like Sica. Well, he supposed he had done a couple, but not on strangers. He had never been that bold. Would the boy meet company less tolerant? He couldn't say, and wished for both, which had him silently scolding himself. He shouldn't be cursing things.


The mood of his company shifted, and Sica again had a curious eye if this was more of the wolf, or if he was entirely something else. There was no way to tell, but the hints of humor Sica got in return were enough. He shook his head, a chuckle short but not without mirth escaping his mouth. "No, I tend to want to stay as far away from them as possible. I think I would do a terrible job, I've been lacking catching anything real these days." Sica wasn't scrawny, but had lost some pounds to traveling, and not being able to catch as much as his energy gauge needed. "Half of me would hunt that boy just to return him the favor of making my skin crawl..." Still grinning he didn't really mean harm upon his statement.

The sound indicated he wasn't impressed either. He wasn't a boy who had played tricks, risking to be caught, and harmed for a laugh. Sica may have tempted fate a couple times. He had only teased those with sharp tongues, not teeth to bite him for being a boy. What made that one want he did not know. He gave an off look to the distance shadows, glad to know there was nothing. Yet, he still wanted to find the yearling, but now for different reasons. A pop of his neck, while his head swung to the wolf he did not ask the question or suggest the idea. No, he listened to his voice. Something soothing about hearing anothers. Something to keep him sane as it was not his own.

Sica perked up, "Yes, life's a funny thing." If the air would give him more than breath, he would have swallowed and swallowed. The fall of laughter, the edge of his tail began to wag, and he laughed at the suggestion. "If only," he mumbled, feeling that boy would streak through the woods at either site of them. Sica wasn't exactly built for speed. The offer of finding him a meal was too good to pass up. "I would appreciate that." He let the silver male lead the way, feeling he would have something for his stomach tonight.

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