Verin almost sighed with disappointment at Rurik's words. [B]"Was afraid you'd say that..."[/b] As he spoke, this time audible in volume, the young mage stood to his full height. At the rate they were going, they'd be hunting the Wyvern for days. So far, he had been able to pick out what he had thought were obvious baits. Clawed tree barks, dead yet uneaten animal corpses, forcefully broken tree limbs, but here now, the clues were starting to blend. Not only was it baiting them, it was watching. The thought only angered Verin at his core. 

[B]"Screw this."[/b] As the words left his mouth, his hands subsequently became engulfed by black flame. [B]"Let's give it its prey"[/b] Without warning, he threw his arms out to his sides and took off into a sprint. All the while brandishing his arms in an wild display. When combined with the horrible squawking sound he continuously made, he would've seemed to be little more than a pyromaniac who had lost his way.

Inwardly though, Verin prayed that his plan would work. More so as he watched some of the surrounding foliage ignite in a shadowy display. [B]"Oi! Polly! Remember me!!!? Dummy want a cracker?!"[/b] He aided his taunting with more failed attempts at mimicking the Wyvern's cry.