Cae is patient for the wolf to notice him. When the stranger does open his eyes and turn to gaze upon him, the young boy finds himself rather liking the shade of blue that he finds. It is deeper than his own, where his are more of a teal, seafoam green than the bright sapphire he finds in the chocolate dark stranger. It is silent as it seems the older wolf surveys the area around Cae, before then turning his attention back on the boy. And then he is smiling and this is all the young boy needs. A wide smile is caressing his own features and when the other moves toward him, he is moving himself on large paws. Dark ears are laid back as they approach, almost as if concerned about scaring or intimidating him. But such is not the case. Another small, soft and oh so friendly yap is escaping his maw. He sees the wolves pupils dialate slightly when it seems that he is close enough to scent him. Perhaps he does not like what he finds? Cae does not know why that would be so, but perhaps he could find out.

The stranger speaks them, and the multi-toned boy finds himself rather liking the tones and words. They are unique, different than what he is used to, especially the last phrase 'Why is it you come to me, when night and day meet?' He understand and he likes it very much, but to reply is difficult to him. While he understand the language completely and utterly- fourming the words seems to come hard and difficult to him. His tongue does not want to make the sounds his mind wants to, but he tries anyway. He is parting his small muzzle to speak- but then his worst fears come into being. Like a phantom she is there, and he knows she is one of them. One of those 'demons' his Mother and siblings were supposedly held captive by. And she doesn't waste any time. She's upon him in moments, almost completely ignoring the dark stranger before the little boy and standing over him. She doesn't speak a word and that makes it all the worse- will she ever say anything?

The small boy is now pressing himself firmly down upon the soil. He doesn't want to be near her- in fact, he wants to be as far away from her as possible. But he knows his legs could never carry him that far, or that fast- she would catch him with ease. Perhaps the stranger can help him, save him, though. But the young boy can only hope. While he had squeezed his mismatched eyes of chocolate brown and teal tightly shut, he slowly opens them to gaze up at the adults. He does not know what will happen, but he thinks that it cannot be good. If this wolf had followed him- who knows who else had, or what else had. The thought has him whining quietly beneath his breath and turning his gaze on the dark chocolate stranger and away from the midnight black one. He can only hope that they have a kind soul and will help him in his time of need. A young lad can only hope.