Who brushed who off first here? Tage growled at the other's words, his body tense, but still. He very well could snap at Cassius for words like that and such flippant disregard, but even as a wolf, he thought better of that. Pointless violence never achieved anything. As the man walked away, Tage spun away. Off into the woods he ran, his grey paws tearing up the soft dirt. Even when he sensed others nearby, he veered off in order to avoid them. They weren't the ones he wanted to run with now.

Twigs broke under his paws as the the resort dropped away. Deeper into the woods he ran, uphill where the trees grew thinner, but the brush just as dense. A howl tore itself from him. Didn't he have wonderful manners? He was the kind leader wasn't he? Compared to some wolves, he could throw a freaking tea party. Such brutes, but here he was inviting people over to his home and making proper introductions. But he lacked manners? Even when his paws hit rocky earth and the moon painted pine needles in silver, he still bristled. He would definitely show the other man that he could ask in the most desirable way if that was what it took.

He'd come to a stop at some point, looking out over the woods below with open air instead of trees above him. That's when he realized. He said 'call me'. Like this door was still open. That was the first time Cassius so openly left an invitation and Tage couldn't help but soar again with hope. He dropped onto his stomach with his eyes on the moon. So he could go back. Not that he planned to give up in the first place, but his confidence returned. Definitely, he would seek that man out again.