The darkened boy moves slowly atop the earth, eyes of emerald green fixated upon Brother as he follows in his wake, oddly long tail trailing along behind him as the fine and wispy hairs that so adorn her form are given to move lightly within the breeze. He moves with singular purpose, singular focus, breath rising and falling within his chest a he seems to move in rhythm and time with each motion. He is not as curious as Brother it would seem- yet he follows all the same, allowing his white sibling to dictate pace and discover scent as he follows like a blackened shadow though it would seem he holds no interest in the world around him, remains unfocused, as if he is distant and detached. He does not respond to sounds or touch, as if he cannot feel the grass at his paws or hear the birds above- eyes fixated upon the form of Brother as if he obsessed with this single, moving being within his vicinity. What Brother searches for he does not know- perhaps he does not care else does not possess the capacity for care. He simply follows- because it is his response to movement, long limbs for such a child carrying him onward and onward until…..he deviates.

His movement is silent and yet sudden, the boy turned away from his sibling to move suddenly into the shade and shadow of a tree, form lowered until the ebony of his body is encased with shadow and he is hidden…hidden from Sister as she comes. He had smelt her before her arrival, perhaps before his Brother and as such had acted upon it, the strange, eerie child turned from his path to conceal himself further and to watch as she approaches Brother, speaks to him, interacts with him before carrying high two rabbits in an effort to entice Brother back and towards the den. Lonhro does not fear the outside, he fears nothing save for the Black Shadow that comes in the night and looms like a presence most dark, instinct alone warns him away, keeps him close to the one of Red and White. For She is safety, She is protection and his very being gravitates towards her in the presence of the Dark One.

He waits, he watches, emerald eyes fixated upon Brother and Sister as he does- watching as the den where Mother sleeps is approached once more before he suddenly begins to slink forward. His movements are slow, purposeful- advanced for a child to be sure and yet the instinct to hunt that rests within him is….powerful, shockingly so- his mind seeming to have failed in this moment to disconnect family and prey as the scent of….something seems to drive him forward with a near frenzied curiosity. His lunge is tremendous for a child, ebony form launched upward in an effort to seize the hind legs of one of the dead rabbits- dangling from it in a manner almost comical before the meat finally tears away as those black paws land back atop the ground, the Night Terror lunging towards a nearby rock- pressing himself back into the shade just outside the den once more with his prize between his teeth. He bristles instinctively, red, white and black tail lashing as it wraps about himself and something almost akin to a hiss rises from his lips in warning to both Sister and Brother that this is HIS piece. He is not interested in meat, truly, inclined to surely take no more than three or four bites, still content to get much of his nourishment from Mother though he is in…transition between his meals it would seem as bloodied, puppy fangs bare towards them and he abruptly proceeds to curly up atop his meal with a rumbling, baby growl. It is his possession and he will possess it.