As if called to the boy so alone the hell-touched male arrives. He comes as if the shadows themselves pull him toward Scourge and the sun is stolen from the sky by the swirling of darkened winter clouds. Dark blue and black spotted eyes turn upon the larger beast as he approaches although Scourge does not cower – his hackles rise defensively and a near feral glint flashes within his eyes. He does not know of this stranger and he will not let his blood splatter this earth without retaliation.
The other approaches dominantly, hungrily, as Scourge watches with tensed muscles and eyes alight with a fight that was just on the brink of breaking loose. But he pauses, shaking himself as if something had come over him, before he circled about the boy with sequences of growls resounding within the otherwise silent plains. Deep vocals spill words of question to the orphaned child but before he had a sliver of a moment to reply he heard something so farfetched that it took him a moment to process it entirely. His hackles are not lain back across his spine even at the revelation of this male for the child is ever defensive, ever wary of those he does not know.
”How?” he questions it, just as all children question many different things. ”How do you know?” he presses further. Scourge remembers his mother well – beautiful gray, black, and auburn pelage with striking eyes. She was unforgettable. But his father? As if he had even existed. As far as the boy was concerned he had no father and this male could be lying to him. He was not dumb though, for the thought passed through his mind as to exactly what the stranger could glean from lying about such a thing to the bastardized child. Not much came to mind.
His thoughts roiled within his mind as he tried to wrap it around all of this but it was almost unbelievable. He will hear what else this guy has to say before he decides to believe him and if he is truthful… well Scourge will have some serious decisions to make.