Sven's ears perked as Enoki addressed him, and her condescending words were answered with a brief flash of his teeth. Part of him wanted dearly in that moment to announce that he was the one that had led it into the den in the first place, proving that he knew what he was doing. Luckily, the boy wasn't that easily swayed by his temper, and silence remained his choice until she opened her mouth again.
What she had to say elicited a snort from the near-yearling.
"It's gonna bite me from like, eight feet away," the estimated length of the willow whip if he would have completed tearing it down, "but let you just crawl over it? And if you got it by the damn head why wouldn't you just kill the fuckin' thing?"
Man, he didn't like this woman. She was so uppity, treating him like a stupid kid, acting like she was an authority on snakes, talkin' shit about his mom. Yeah; Sven was never letting that go.
A night under the stars Morganna suggested, and that didn't sound too bad. Hell, as long as it was no one he liked having around wandering in there, it didn't much matter to him just how closely the den was watched. Once the pack as a whole was warned, it would be their own damn fault anyways if someone got too close. Sven reclined, thoughts falling in line with his aunt's as he no longer felt drawn to contribute.
Then Morganna got back up, and his snout and ears raised to curiously watch her. Very subtly within his heart was a thin strand of fear that she might make a mistake and get bit, which would ultimately be his fault. Yet he very much trusted his aunt's intelligence, and when she moved past the mouth of the den entirely this worry vanished. When it became clear what she was doing, his tail thumped against the ground in approval. A wry little smile curled his lips as she voiced her warning, the nasty child hoping Enoki might not heed such caution.