Angelus had been out running around for some time before he'd heard his dad approach. Instead of running up to greet him exuberantly, the boy had chosen to hide. His dad walked right by him without noticing and Angel, feeling emboldened by this, decided to see how long he could stalk Valentine before he was caught. He crept along behind his dad, following right in his massive pawprints. Well, kinda. He couldn't quite reach from stride to stride but if he really stretched he could get it down to three steps for every one of his dad's.
When his dad reached the densite, the boy remained hidden. Both times his dad called for him and his siblings, Angel ignored it, too intent on the "game" he was playing. Seraphim burst from the den suddenly, causing Angel to jump and stifle a surprised yelp. His ears flattened; he didn't like being startled. His curdling mood was quickly reversed as it occurred to him that unless he did something soon, one of his siblings was going to rat him out and the game would be up. If the game was going to end, he may as well end it himself, right?
Gleefully Angelus raced forward, attempting to rapidly close the distance between himself and his daddy. He sought to come up behind the massive wolf and wrap his forepaws around Valentine's left hind leg. Because that didn't feel like a fitting end to the game he'd been playing, Angel decided to try to bite him too. Not hard of course, he didn't want to really hurt him. But a good, solid, startling pinch to the back of his daddy's leg might make him squeal and that would be fitting end.
