Golden eyes looked upward at the wide wolf still pondering if his father and mother had caused such a build or if it was a dominant gene on one side. He seemed a lot of legs, and Sica was tempted to see if he could walk under his stomach...not that he ever would. He was some inches taller, but the silver wolf didn't see the idea working by the male's grith. Did Guiness like to spar? By his silence, slow movement Sica felt in the presense of a smaller bear than a wolf. The thought made the silver dusted man grin further, if Guiness would stand up and swat like a bear, giving a roar of his annoyance. It seemed the coy wolf should be asking why he didn't like to talk, and wait to see how long it might take for answer. Stop.. He scolded himself, old enough to know he shouldn't be making assumptions or making fun of a pack mate. The red wolf probably had great reasons to hold his tongue, and was careful with what was said. He seemed most there, just not sure at times what Sica might have been reffering too. That was okay, it wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last.

"Ah, a guardian. You look the part, perhaps you and I should spar some time," and he winked. Sica did not stare long for a reaction, much he wanted to see it. His mouth was soon full, and it was probably best he shut up. He was happy for the help and tried not to drag the creature, but carry it. It wouldn't do well to ruin the coat, and scuff up the rest, but his tail bounced to show his pleasant mood. It was strange how affecting another good be, when Sica should be questioning if this black cat was a bad sign meant to mar his future as a continuing stain from his past. Long, thick legs worked the trail while his gaze tried to pick a clear path, and he tried not to slobber too much. He wasn't sure why he was eager to bring it back or what of the stone wolf put him in a good mood. It might just be his new outlook on life.