He remains where he is, for now, emerald eyes flicking from the dead rabbit to Brother and back again. He lunges back from the creature as he pokes at it, anticipating it’s movement, not yet having come to understand it has long since expired as Brother leaps back with him and both are given to stare towards the offending rabbit. It is broken- he thinks, his fractured words attempting to explain just this much as Sister seeks to assure him he is wrong. Small features frown, eyes narrowing now as if he dares her to defy him further with her long words and big sentences that remain outside of his reach. He does not understand her fully, cannot comprehend all she says and yet he listens all the same- ears flicking and turning before his attention returns to Brother. Brother’s attempt to explain, his repeated words, seem to register further within the darker boy’s mind. He likes that which repeats, enjoys patterns, fixates upon them more readily as his eyes return to the rabbit that is dead, dead, dead as Brother says.

“Dead netim, Dead fortim.”

This he repeats, as if this he understands, preferring his Brothers own designed words to those Sister offers, head nodded as a sudden and beaming grin seems to spread across his features, little white teeth grinning within the dark expanse of his face before Brother moves to grip the rabbit and Lonhro tenses, each and every muscle pulled taut and tense as if he anticipates the rabbit to lunge suddenly upward and grasp the Brother he values. A small growl rises within his throat, baby heckles lifting to sit upright like a mowhawk of static as each long fur and wispy hair stands on end, tail wiping from side to side in this moment until Brother seized the rabbit by the throat and bit down- seeming to earn the pride of sister in this. He does not fully understand her words, yet the tone within them is one of pleasure, emerald eyes narrowed once more. He is jealous perhaps, agitated that he has not received the same words in the same tone- even if he hardly values them.

For a moment he seems to consider his early trick, wondering if the rabbit might be snatched in it’s entirety and yet the body of Brother speaks- even if his words do not, he knows Brother will attempt to stop him- that they will tumble and wrestle and gnaw at one another and in this moment he has little desire for that and yet…..he has equally little desire to do as Sister wants, as if he remains determined to disobey the desires of both his siblings, if only because he can, if only because he desires to defy to some extent and yet why can hardly be said. He lifts himself suddenly upward, black paws carrying his small, long-haired frame towards the rabbit between Sister’s paws, head lowered to sniff at it in much the same manner as Brother had done and yet- he does not reach for it. He steps forward once more- before suddenly proceeding to sit on the rabbit, as if he attempts to crush the life from it, slamming his forepaws down upon it over and over where neck and head join in perhaps the most creative (and yet effective) attempt and break the neck of prey that has surely ever occurred, his attempts ceasing as suddenly as they have occurred before his head twists to meet Raven’s gaze once more- as if daring her to defy him, daring her to tell him he is wrong as he stalks back to Brother.

He seats himself beside brother once more, upright and evidently proud of himself as he does and yet- there is defiance within the child, a definite streak of….smart ass and a self-awareness that exceeds both his parents, one he has seemingly been content to keep hidden until these moments in which someone had finally forced his mind to challenge itself. A name? He does not understand name, has never heard them used and as such cannot answer the question, content, in this moment- to simply stare towards her, blinking as if her words are no more then foolish….