Faceless merely laughs softly at the returned jab, seeming completely unconcerned of it. He has, after all, managed quite well on his own all this time, even despite his somewhat smaller size. He's quick, and smarter than most of his prey, though it won't make any difference if they can't find any.
"Just try to keep up. I won't share if I have to do all the work." He turns his head back just long enough to flash a grin at Thanatos-- white on white on white-- and picks up his speed a little.
The trees are rushing by, and the only sound is the blood pounding in his ears, the exhalation of his breath in the frigid air, and the pounding, crunching bass of his feet on the thick snow. At least, until a lone, wavering cry, distant and faint, shivers through the trees. It's very far away-- little more than a whisper, really, and it's hard, at such a distance, to tell where it's coming from.
"Wonder who that is?" He calls to his brother, but it sounds unconcerned. He isn't about to go wandering off on some hair-brained idea to look for the one making the call.