"You're one to talk, how many chances to kill me you've let pass you by."

Head tilted, those long and furred lupine ears of his keeping him steady away from people, and keeping Reaper far away from any passing things he could latch on to with those feet of his. At least for the moment 76 planned on keeping a firm hold of the owl man, the woods darkening the further he went in, and for one that pitch black visor blinked out of existence.

Allowing a glimpse of deep blue owl eyes, all the better to see in this light. "You left a trail."