He watched the tall woman with his teal and red eyes. They watched her, taking in her every movement just as his mothers would have liked. His mom was an assassin and his mother was, so he was told, was quite known for her adaptivity at killing wolves back where she was from. Their teachings were nearly hallow to the boy. After all what child at his age didn’t respect the word of his parents? Of course in another year that might change completely for the teen years certainly were coming and his Mother was already more than not ready to deal with any shit that Los was going to dish out. Apparently that was when his older brothers left the nest and gave mother the most trouble, Los didn’t know either Magnus or Alphonse but still his Mother certainly knew and remembered.

The female replied and he only moved closer, he wasn’t afraid if, even he were hurt or killed his mothers would hunt his killer down and drag them to hell but something told him he was fine with this wolfess, he was hardly worried. Pack wolves were always so afraid of bothering other pack wolves so they wouldn’t start anything. Los wished they would, he was certain it would be entertaining if they did. He saw that look though that came to the fem and his whole little fluffy body bristled.

”Hey! Mom says you shouldn’t roll your eyes at someone! And you look funny! My mothers say I am the most handsome boy they know!” he barked back bristling bouncing towards her little puppy fangs bared. How dare she insult him! He was Los! The largest and ‘oldest’ of the litter by his mother’s beliefs and he was going to be a strong assassin someday! And right now this woman was number one on his shit list! A little growl reverberated all to ‘threateningly’ from him. Really the child just came up to her elbow, he was pretty big for a child his age standing at just above 20 inches and at 85 lbs. He was a big child but that made it all the worse for the gangly girl he stood before.

Hearing that she was the ‘right hand’ of some pack he never heard of certainly put a few breaks on his show though. His white fluff on around his shoulders still stood awkwardly, but it nearly always did no matter what his mothers did to flatten it, but that cooled him down fast. If she was a hand it could potentially mean she was just as threatening as his Mother was who was the Hand of Glorall. It was probably the same thing. ”Well, my Mother, Rogue, is the Hand of Glorall!” He said trying to make it sound as threatening as possible. Los wasn’t sure if she would hurt him or not, surely if he acted in such a way towards either his Mom or Mother he would have fangs to the back of his neck and be shoved to the dirt. Mentally he was ready for something like that but the boy wasn’t going to go down to some stranger so easily.