Sneaky, oh yes, that is what he would be. But, it was nearly impossible with these awkward prepubescent paws! His legs were thankfully not the problem, and he found that if he moved the right way, he would discover more muscles. This pleased the dark beast, his young mind already stirring with darker and more sinister plots than any child's mind had ever been filled with. He was bold, and where brain did not get the job done, he used brawn to send the message. Or so he liked to think. Rome did have one problem though, Hepzibah was a bit faster than he liked and Locke? Locke was the Bleeding Heart, named so for his mark. A mark like that was said to make the bearer passionate, bold, daring, volatile. No matter, he himself bore a special mark, one that would make him strong.

He had been working, despite the growing heat within the swamplands. Watching loners on the crags and finding that he would like to haunt this new place. Off he went to see what they did, to move along the granite faced giants and the gaunt trail of water that went along with it. His golden and stormy gaze met each new sight with a growing hunger for more, with a need to learn this place and figure it out, to one day use it for something...dark. He wanted his own playground, his own area. He would share it, of course, but only with Hepzibah and Locke. His wiry form moves along the rocky landscape with an unnatural ease, though there is a heaviness in his step he cannot stand. Briefly, he sends a glance over his shoulder, watching to see if he was being followed, and then deciding that it didn't matter. Moving on....