"Not fun looking in to a mirror these days, Reyes?" He knew he'd managed to rankle the man, and it was so very satisfying after all of the attempts to get him. He could have that much here at the very least.

Ears flicked back as the noise got closer, his grip tightening on the fabric he had around Reaper as his head tipped in that direction. Eyes narrowed behind the visor and- He was tucked Burrito Reaper against his chest as he lept upwards in to the trees, narrowly missing a house trampling through, fur standing a little on end.

Well, that answered what those tracks were and- huh. So that's what carried that scent clinging to Reaper.