With that, I move back around the perimeter that encircles my own den and Solaris.' There is another scent here now, fresh as it is but I know it. I know it because it has been assigned to me to know - Dexter. He is Coszcotl's son and yet he seldom acts the part. However, there is the faintest trace of something more on him. It is a scent assigned to my memory from birth. It is a scent so known that I would know it even if it were several years stale. Anselm clings to his fur in some way and now, Anselm's scent treks towards my den, riding Dexter's. How curious - what is a son of the Alpha doing with him? It is enough to be involved with me, after all. My breath practically rattles my teeth as I breathe in his scent, tasting family and blood. We are strained, perhaps.

Whatever the case, I take no time to hesitate. I swing wide around the perimeter, departing from the scent so that I might approach my alleged student from his opposite side. I was not expecting him today, though I keep my den clean enough to not rouse suspicion. They say it is not usual for one to play with their food as I do. What does it matter, though? Everybody hungers for something, just as the younger boy seems to hunger for some kind of lesson. Why else would he be standing there by my den? I am not one for small talk.

I move adjacent to him, breaking the distance between us quickly before pausing in front of him. I put myself between he and the main cavern of my home; I am quick, too, to inhale his scent once more to be certain of the inconsistency.

"How do you know the white wolf?"

I do not hesitate to ask him, my words spilling out but seconds after I have tasted that scent once more. I stare into him, reminding him that I do not enjoy being toyed with if that is his plan at all. Anselm is a suspicious wolf. I imagine a young boy might desire to lie out of knowing him. Why? Who can say. Anselm is strange only for his affiliation with Lihi, after all, to me at least.

"Tell me this, and I shall tell you something you desire."