[He doesn't watch Jason's face - he has more important and less unpleasant things to focus on, such as the immediate possibility that they'll run into a giant supercharged wolf that will make a valiant attempt at killing them both.

But he's sure the gears are turning in his head too. Coming to conclusions. If there's one thing Damian can say for Jason, it's that he's never acted like he's a bomb waiting to go off. Not in the same way that Tim Drake still does.

Well, he has, but with the understanding that he too is a bomb that is going off near constantly. Which is worse in some ways, a relief in others.

He wishes he could live among the wolves. He won't reveal this to Jason, but early on he certainly made attempts to wrangle them. It did not go well.] They've been turned blood thirsty by the Aurora. You'll see soon enough.

And if I'm feeding you to anyone, it's Batcow. [If Batcow didn't adore Drake, he would consider feeding them both as a meal deal. Unfortunately, she has her favourites.

He stops short. Holds up a fist like the brash asshole that he is, and kneels down in the snow.]

Tracks.

[Not wolves. Feline. A cougar? Way too big. Mountain lion, maybe? Damian makes an irritated noise.]