It is not so much the scent of the loner upon the borders that brings that tall, handsome dark child with the long fur- it is the colour. He has never seen such colours on another, so deeply russet, the emerald eyed child drawn as only a child can be to such things. His steps are long, even, though grace is truly yet to find his ebony form, the male the very image of his sire save for the long and trailing tail of russet and white the sways like a banner all his own behind himself. He does not hide or linger, there is boldness in each stride as he comes towards the boy of russet, emerald gaze watching each movement within the other young male in a manner near unsettling perhaps- such is his focus. He has grown unsettled within the pack of late, even at such a young age the male has begun to show some of the more characteristic signs of his bloodline, the boy becoming…disrespectful perhaps, to the space of others, continuing to push into the personal bubble of even the older wolves as those genes for dominance already begin to stir within him. He is…displeased with the births that have occurred only this night before, the birth scent potent around the den they had once all shared. Mother, Father and Alphess. Now there is no place for him within it, he and Brother have been replaced by the mewling of new pups, one dark like shadow, the other almost silvery in tone with a tail banded in white. He is jealous perhaps, somewhere within himself, that his place within the den has been given to others, that his Mother no longer dotes her attention upon him and that he and Brother have been forced to stand alone perhaps.

His Father’s attention he does not truly care to hold either way, content to exist around the hulking black male that tore into the flesh of another even now upon the field of battle. He does not love his Father, such emotion does not exist within him, yet he had been made to respect his sire and Alpha, unflinchingly so and in that manner has come to achieve neutrality of sorts with Tobias. His Mother perhaps, holds some of his affections, as does his brother, the boy given to afford a loyalty towards them. As for the others of the pack however, he holds them in little regard or esteem. He is young still, a yearling only and yet much of his true nature is steadily beginning to reveal itself. The boy more cunning then perhaps he should be, a dominant creature, but one prone to jealous and tantrums when he should be told no- a word he has truly come to dislike. He likes the idea of leadership, to some extent and yet the birth of his half siblings has pushed such things entirely from his grasp leaving the boy agitated perhaps, yet not nearly so much so as to act with rashness- yet.

His limbs pause upon the earth, emerald eyes fixated upon the other boy ahead of him, head tilted and turned like a curious puppy at the sight of such a creature before leaping suddenly and abruptly forward until his nose very near touches that of the other, tail waving behind him, oblivious perhaps- to the obscurity of his behaviour now as his posture very near mimics that of the other boy.

“Hello!”

It is a single word that is offered with almost too much frivolity, very near shouted at the unfortunate Tael as Lonhro’s tail continues to wave about behind him and the long-hair black male continues to press into the others space, curious perhaps, to see if the other male might step back and away in an effort to achieve such space- a subtle submission and yet one the cunning black male seems to be vying for with his overly enthusiastic greeting that seems so wholly innocent and yet betrays far more…..unique undercurrents as he grins all the same.

“What….does it want?”

His words are stuttered, an effort to force from his lips though they arrive all the same, head tilted again in curiosity now as paws rest upon the border.

“Red. I like….the red.”