He does not fully understand her precedence for touch, the way she presses close and against him seeming to draw his disdain as he leans away, shoulder shoved roughly against her in an effort to force her backward and from him once more as puppy teeth snappy at the air and his features contort into a scowling look now.

“Do not….like.”

It is all he offers, his words firm with assurance all the same as he strolls past her, emerald eyes narrowed into a glare at she, his niece- though he hardly knows it, before his long-haired ebony form glides past her and towards the open fields with the cloak of ebony perfection trailing along behind and that russet endowed tail held low- like a sword at rest behind the grand warrior that would one day wield it with deathly perfection. He was small now, to be sure, small and young and yet in time he would surpass even his sire in strength and prowess, a physical specimen to rival even the Angels in perfection- the easy grace of his blood evident now as he slips along the earth and towards the place he knows the prey rests. It is impossible to catch such prey on his own at such an age and yet it can be done, he knows, with assistance- though it is a truly rare treat to be had and one he may not be inclined to share should he be given the chance. The girl’s irritation with him is utterly ignored, the emerald eyed boy of obsidian perfection striding onward all the same before demanding she circle about in his broken attempts at speech. The boy satisfied only hen she complies.

Young he may be, but a desire for dominance, for obedience from those around him is already becoming clear. Perhaps he can talk, perhaps he can understand as his parents cannot yet so much of the boy is wild still, feral, untamed and yet with an edge of undiscovered cunning and genius that will see his rise be as sure as the rise of the sun in morning. In time even the legend of Tobias may well be eclipsed by that of Lonhro- a creature surely just as fearsome though as yet untested. Soon. Soon. He waits then until Kairos charges forwards and sends the animals fleeing in a desperate panic he can very near taste upon the air, his own form tense and held as many dive for cover and yet many more flee forward, one young, smaller rabbit lunging away from the others and very near on top of the hiding child as he himself explodes from the earth to snare it. For a moment they tumble, rabbit and puppy, the boy clinging to the fur he has grasped, attempting to right himself as the rabbit kicks and struggles and flails harder still. At last he manages to roll onto his feet, head shaking to slam the rabbit into the ground, to stun it perhaps as his teeth attempt to grasp its neck and bite down firmly and firmer still, his whole body near forced atop it, crushing the air from it’s lungs as he bites and slashes and paws slam against its neck in a messy but no less successful kill that leaves him panting as he finally releases it.

Such a treat is rarely had, the boy lucky all the same to have made such a kill, the heated blood so tantalizing upon his lips as he grasps his prize more firmly now, aware of Kairos as she approaches from behind and his heckles lift suddenly, a growl hissing between his teeth as the rabbit is place at his paws and he moves to sit atop it now, placing his whole weight and form on and over his prize and puppy teeth snap at her again and he curls atop it like a dragon guarding a nest.

“No.”

This word alone is clear and demanding, gaze held firmly upon her own. He will not share this prize- Lonhro does not share. Not ever. A trait inherited from Tobias perhaps. What is his is his, rabbits and toys for now, yet females and territories later- to be sure.

“Kairos……wanted to see…how to hunt….Lonhro show- but…Kairos not ask….to eat too….no…no…..rabbit belongs to….Lonhro.”

That he, the boy whom can barely speak, has ensnared her with her own words is….surely amusing, a smirk lacing his features as a hissing chuckle rumbles within his chest and his gaze finds her own- the son of Tobias daring the daughter of Elijah and descendent of the Great Heyel- to take him on.