His bright red eyes like faceted ruby gems hinted with green and yellow flare up to Raven as she explains in her own words how the dead thing does not move after death. He blinks as he listens, his own mind only solidifying the meaning of the words Dead netim, Dead fortim, to hold the meaning that Sister took longer to explain. Brother understands, and brother inhales the words and understands them just as he does. His plush white fur flurries a bit in the wind so delicate. His dark laced eyes trail back to the mangled body before them, observing but not really making any sort of connection of the dead creature to a living one, or even that of a wolf and that he may one day become dead like such a creature. No, none of this occurs to him as he gazes down. He simply know what dead is, and the taste of stressed blood on his ebony lips.

It is brother who acts next, and yet he does not use his teeth. The white boy watches as the shadow leaps forth. His brother uses his nose to inhale the scent that was just entwined in the white boy's nails, and his ears fold back slightly as his brother proceeds to wack the dead creature with his limbs. He does not react much beyond that. He simply watches the actions of his brother upon the dead thing, brow furrowing slightly as his mind
does not yet have a word for what is occurring, and he flashes he attentions back to Raven for only a moment before his brother inches back to him. He looks to the dark brother with determination and a nod.

"Death Domina" he says, assigning such a meaning to the actions he beheld just now with his eyes. He turns his skull back to Raven as she speak, his ears sliding forward and his attention attempting to grasp on the words that she says. Some words stuck, some did not, but it was likely that he caught on more quickly than the blackened boy that was his brother. Their blood comes from that of two wolves, and they do tend to take after the parent they visually reflect. He was the son of the Monster, and his blood flowed through his veins more so than it may show in these moments, as the woman of red and white still held an intelligence that simply was not encouraged in her youth- something that Raven has already began to cultivate.

He sits next to his brother with his chest out- both of them beaming in a pride they may or may not deserve, though it hardly mattered. He understood many parts of Raven's words, his mind attempting to piece together the blank spots like a puzzle. Yet, he was not able to put the whole meaning together even if most of the words he thought made sense. He chewed on his lip slightly in irritation.

"Name, you mother name, you name is bird Raven. Name want, is bring name?" he asks, his face serious and yet hinted with the frustration that is language. It put together in same way and it did not in others. There were fragments here and there, perhaps due to the touch of fragments in his mind that may grow from time goes on from his father, although no one can really tell. He turned his head over to the dark shadow, expecting a reaction most different from him. He has noticed that they react and explore the world differently, and he is learning over time what to expect from the night terror.