He does not pay too much mind to the shadow that he possesses. It is not too odd for the darker brother to follow, to do simply as he did. Singe was not affected by this, he simply went about his way, hunting down his sister's scent almost as if he shadow was not there at all. It isn't until the dark shadow of a pup deviates from the path that Singe has paid for him that his red lava pools shift over to his shadow brother, perhaps curious as to what he does, and yet not too attached to it as well. He focus was set on the dark sister, and only his dark sister.
Black paws lope forward, and when dark sister comes into view he calls out to her, black tail wagging behind him as he leaps forward towards her. Her tongue falls from his mouth as he then jumps towards her, attempting to lick her muzzle that was carrying dead rabbits. They were things that he had seen before, smelled before, but he had not grown too interested in them just yet. Dark sister touches his white and black side, adjust him as he turns to follow her.
His bright red eyes look up at her as they walk, and sometimes he pushes himself on his hind legs upwards to get a better look at her. He knows to follow, simply senses it with her body language, and yet it was her words that cause his white and black ears to perk with excitement. It is dark sister who does this only. It is dark sister who has taught him the way of the mouth, something that Mother and Father do not do. It is she who had sparked something within his mind since his birth, and the meanings of these sounds and how to make them have slowly took a grasp on his mind. He lopes forward, speaking a reply.
"Yes, go, den," he says, almost giggling as he walks with a spring in his step. The shadow brother was not far, never too far. He sees the form of his shadow brother leap forth madly, the jaws of the shadow brother grasping onto the meat in dark sister's jaws. Ebony lips peel back a bit, a small snarl touching the air as he leaps himself, hoping to knock away his shadow brother. The shadow brother does leave, although with bits of the kill that were dark sister's. Shadow brother leaves. Singe huffs as he watches with reddened eyes when his brother possess the piece of meat. Singe has no interest, but merely look upon his shadow brother for a moment, knowing what he says even if he says nothing at all, before shrugging and bouncing on his way back with dark sister.
"Brother take. His," he says simply, words going no further. They are broken, matter of fact words. Perhaps many young pups his age are already more developed than him, but he would not know it. Only dark sister says things, only she reacts to these things of words. They bring no stir from she of red and white, and he does not even try any longer with her. He looks to dark sister, taring at her kills, and wondering in his mind what it is that she does with them.