If he is being watched he shows no indication of any knowledge of such a thing and perhaps by this same token he simply does not care- his mind fixated on the patterns he has created at his paws, seeking to follow them as if his existence is dependent upon it that fractured mind seizing upon those twirling lines. He thrives upon the predictability, relishes the lack of spontaneity and near revels in the repetition that so seems to soothe his troubled soul as the obsidian child wanders around and around again, red and white tail trailing behind like a fallen banner upon the earth. It is the single fall of a single leaf however that so seems to end his motion- those nonsensical grunts and growls falling silent as emerald eyes fixate upon this intruder in his circle. For a moment his very breath seems to hitch, trapped within his lungs as if he dare not release it, held tense and taut as those childish features contort into something entirely bizarre, a mixture of shock and horror and rage that is very near demonic upon such a youthful face and yet it remains all the same. One ear turns suddenly at the emergence of another, yet those emerald eyes- the eyes of so many within his bloodline- remain fixated upon the leaf as if it is the devil itself, prey to be hunted or a weakness to be consumed.

The approach of the unusually marked female does not dissuade him from his determination to stare, that strange mind wholly fixated and yet he is aware of her, aware of her presence as she reaches down to ever so delicately snag the leaf from his path and remove it. His reaction is near instantaneous, small ebony form lifted suddenly to begin his bizarre turning once more, following his path until the female seeks to add to it, the lines she draws seeming to lead almost to herself and yet he follows such lines dutifully, as if captivated else enchanted and yet there is much within that young and fragile mind that remains unseen, hidden, concealed until the moment is surely right to display the true nature of his character as he walks into her chest, his line ending here, nose pressed into the thickness of her fur before he suddenly inhales, absorbing that scent. She is unfamiliar to him, the first creature he has met outside of his immediate family of He and She and Other and it would seem he has become fascinated in this moment, as if his lines have been forgotten, for they have led to this Other whose pelt holds scents he cannot fathom. He blinks, green eyes flashed within this moment as he proceeds to circle her now, paws trailing upon the earth as one forepaw drags more loosely then the others, claws digging into soil once more until the girl is within the centre of a new circle and in this he is pleased.

Those little lips pull upward in response to his work, a gorgeous grin flashed towards her and et the look does not seem to touch his striking emerald gaze as he grins towards her like a madman, a response to the pleasure he seems to feel in having ensnared her within a circle. As if he believes she is trapped entirely, for surely she cannot escape his clever circle, is ensnared within it- forever his belonging as that tail waves momentarily in perhaps the first display of regular behaviour. Until that tail stiffens, is held upwards, straight, head lifted in turn in a bizarre display of…..dominance exuding from the boy child no more then a few weeks old, as if he cannot tell her age, cannot understand that she is so much more powerful, merely seeks to command her here and now as he approaches in a mimic of his own sire, lips pulled back from tiny teeth in an unspoken threat, oblivious surely, to how unthreatening such a thing truly is before leaping into the circle alongside her. That little black form maintains its dominant stance as he passes between her front legs until he stands beneath her belly, standing abruptly upon his hind limbs in search of….something. He is hungry after all and he knows it is from here that milk surely comes, searching amongst that thickened grey fur for the food he desires. She is female after all and it is from females that food is given. How clever he is to have trapped her within his circle, only to attempt to take from her what she surely does not want to give nor possess in this moment, the facts of life still too far removed from his mind in these young years.