Shoop de whoop

A voice that wasn't his and therefore he wouldn't have wanted to hear bouncing back at them from the mountains piped up from in front of Demyan's doodles, and the dark Xanilov glanced up. The size of the pack wolf and the howl that boomed out from him to echo around them (yep, not nearly as lovely and melodic as Demyan's own croon would be, nope) had Demyan giving the beast his most charming smile over the border, one that he distinctly (and incorrectly) remembered would convince his mother and later his sisters to believe his full and complete innocence in any act. "Yes, I thought so. How daring to sit on a border and NOT call for anyone was exactly what I was thinking to myself just now." He laughed, a low chuckle deep in his chest, then continued in a nonchalant stream-of-consciousness babble. "More daring than calling for backup for one wolf on the other side of your border I'd guess, but oh what do I know, I'm just a lowly loner." Settling back on his haunches, he lifted his paws, making a soothing gesture. "Hey, hey, don't worry about it. I'm sure you had your reasons, being a big smart alpha and all. I'm sure I wouldn't understand. Anywho, your border needed redecorating. I thought I'd lend a paw and do it for you." He gestured grandly to the various lewd images scrawled messily in the snow.