He stays low, concealed, circling lightly as the other boy wanders closer with his rat toy clamped tightly within his jaws. He watches the way the other clasps tighter to his possession, perhaps as if sensing his own presence within the long grass, that long red, white and black tail flicking slightly as the boy moves once more, placing himself behind the other child now. He allows the similarly coloured boy to continue to wander forward some steps before slowly detaching himself from the shadows of the grass to wander out behind him, placing his paws in the tracks of the others to follow behind. Should the other pause he will merely do the same before lunging suddenly back into the grass in a game of hide and seek of sorts, a game of mental anguish perhaps- diving from view each time the other boy should turn in a seemingly harmless jest and yet there is something….darker to it, Lonhro’s lip given to quirk upward with each turn the other might offer as if he seeks to distress him, to make him worry and panic, to see if he can draw that scent of fear from within him. He likes that scent, thrives upon it, has learned to draw it from others if only to make them run and fear- for he loves the chase, has come to revel within it and seeks to instigate it now. A childish giggle echoing across that seemingly empty plain as he does. Taking joy in the distress of others.

As is often the case with children however- his attention span is short lived for his own game of tease, that shadowy creature draped in long wispy fur given to glide softly along the earth once more, moving now to the front of the other child before evidently deciding to reveal himself, lunging suddenly out to skid atop the dusted earth and land before the other boy now. For a moment those eyes so deeply emerald green, the colour held by so many of his family, fixate upon the other boy, lips lifting to show baby fangs and yet a simper seems to dance across his features all the same- tail waving now and yet……the boy seems to confuse aggression and play, his body signals off…warped, wrong, displaying both delight and tension all at once as he grins and growls, puppy bows and yet bristles. For all he has learned he is unpractised in his engagement with other children his age save for Brother, the boy raised within the wilds, grown on a diet of instinct alone and as such he has become flooded of late- with the signs and stimulus offered by other more social wolves- his form seemingly having not yet learned how to correctly display his emotional state as he seems to be pleased and angry all at once.

His mood however seems to suddenly shift once more, features falling blank as he sits upright now, ears pricked forward and towards his ebony hued-friend as one paw reaches forward to rest between them, claws dragging across the earth to draw a line of sorts so that each boy sits upon one side, a grin tracing his lips again now as he sits back to examine his work. Why he seems so pleased with his wonky line remains to be seen- the boy relishing in patterns of all forms, even those created by himself. His work however, is not yet done, Lonhro rising to his paws a final time to turn, bounding away from the line and back towards his hole amongst the rocks and earth from which he had previously come to reach into those darkened depths and seize what is very clearly the remains of a fish- a rare and unique prey, a treasure he has kept all himself and yet one he is seemingly willing to share now as it’s scales shine in the sun and he parades it proudly before his newfound companion before placing it upon the line.

“Is….for…..swapping?”

He wants to trade it would seem, offering his fish for the rat, one paw resting upon his prize all the same, not about to lose it should the other boy prove to be a sneak and try and take two, head tilting slightly in question now as he waits.