He had been feeling particularly active this last season, his energy seemingly endless. It was a slow energy and rather than dash about like many his age, he preferred to spend his time merely ambling about the pack, or sniffing out strange wolves in the free lands. Mother and father often went to such places and he wanted to know why. What made them so interesting? What made other wolves so interesting? He wanted to see an Angel. He wanted to see one so he could pluck its wings off, or at least... taste them a little. That's where Siren had gone, he could just feel it - she was up to something bad. She had disappeared in the dusk and hadn't been back since. Silly girl... didn't she know he'd have to drag her back kicking and screaming if she was away too long?

To be sure, he had decided to go to his parent's den. It had been some time since he had been evicted, forced out into his own hovel. Siren still managed to linger about it though - mother always had a soft spot for her. Part of him was glad to be gone, though, for it gave him all kind's of freedom. Besides, he had grown much too large to be sharing a space, his body becoming taller and wider too fast for even him to keep up with. Still, he needed to check that he was right about his sister. Maybe he could find Naberius and the two of them could find her together - he hoped he was right in some small way. Despite his parent's efforts, his sister was so... kind. She made friends but the friends she made were hardly good. Chael, namely. Who wanted to be friends with the omega? He was just that... the omega, the lowest ranking creature. Hell, he was even below the alligators.

As he came to the den's mouth, he sniffed wearily at the shadows, reeling back at the scent of his younger siblings. He'd almost forgotten about them. They seemed to hardly exist, tucked away into the folds of darkness for him to barely see. The silence, though, made him aware: Siren wasn't there and, seemingly, neither was the rest of his family. For a moment, he wa given to merely... stare into the abyss, ears swiveling about as he tasted the air. Not here but close. Siren, on the other hand, seemed to be long gone. But his brother? Yes, he knew that scent. His new brother had been here, headed towards the marshland well and truly.

With a grunt, he rolled his shoulders and began to shamble forward once more, his broad paws sinking into the wet loam. He was hardly good at staying quiet, his broad frame shoving the grass and reeds aside as he moved towards where his brother had headed to. He could see the tiny tracks ahead of him, squishing his paws atop them and burying them with his own weight. Nobody needed to know where they were going. Finally, he found the boy - he is small. So small. Dark, though, and Marked with not a smudge of white. Rather than greet the boy, he merely strolled towards him, noting the young alligator in which he toyed with. Yes, small... edible.

"If you don't eat it, it will eat you."

His voice is sudden, a gruff sound as he stopped behind his smaller brother, staring down at him with red eyes before his attention drifted back to the alligator. He didn't understand children but he understood Demons and that, after all, was what his brother was. Yes, he would teach him. They would begin with the most important lesson of all - kill before you, yourself, are killed.