Sex: MaleEnough time and plenty of trinkets had been dropped for Sven to at last brave approaching his age-mate uncle. The only apprehension within him was that the other yearling's response would be no, but that was enough to encourage him to be as immaculate as possible in the impending conversation. Would that even be what they have? Sven himself had not attempted to engage the boy since that fateful day when they were but toddlers, yet he had seen the would-be-rival around plenty and knew that his odd habit of nonverbal communication persisted still. Hopefully, Niles would relent that annoying habit long enough to at least give a straight answer.
Nose to the wind Sven sought out the mud-blooded Archer, musing all the way over how the interaction might go. If he was smart, Niles would know that the gifts left to him meant that the pale yearling wanted something from him. Surely, he was expecting this. However, the youngest Archer preferred to doubt the mute's intelligence; still he hoped to be proven wrong. If Niles could surprise him, it would be a good omen that Sven was on the right path.
When the boy came into view, Sven reached out with a beckoning woof. His tail remained low and waved amicably, while his eyes avoided contact and ears planed downward. All of this body language made it clear that he intended no harm. That didn't mean Niles would believe it, of course, but Sven wasn't known to bluff and certainly not to creep so close to submissiveness. That would mean something, wouldn't it?