He does not understand the look she gives him when he speaks of the truth. He knows not many things of the world. He only knows how things are, that father will destroy those that are weak and he must not be weak for this fact. He knows not the fear that his father had instilled in many. He knows not the infamous name and how it crawls about Moladion. He knows not that letting others know he is the son of the obsidian beast could lead to a target on his back, and thus, his reaction is an odd one that he simply gazes upon and absorbs, as new information to be decided upon later in life.

He is young and he is curious. He may be the son of the black demon, but he is also the son of she of red and white. He holds within him blood that does not allow him to be completely void on the inside like his father. He is different, from his father and from dark brother, but they still influence his perception of the world, and it does not mean his mind cannot fall into a state similar to their own. For now though, he is simply a pup hungry for knowledge of the world. He knows for a fact that adults know more about the world, either in words or in silence. He knows to look to them for guidance- at least for now. His white and black ears are directed towards her, and his eyes given an intense flame-licked stare. His stare, it easily can be seen where he gets it from his father, and yet it is lit with a fire of life that his father's lacks. He looks towards the direction that she motions, his mind slowly putting together the meaning of her words. He licks his chops, nose wiggling as he forms his words.

"Butt...butt...butterrrfly, I sneak, be on butterfly," he says with a nod looking towards her, before he looks out into the world again. She crouches and instinctively he follows her lead in that regard, crouching down with her. He turns to her, his intense stare watching every little detail, how she holds her head, how she moves her paws, how her chest breaths in and out, where her eyes focus. He attempts to copy, and is rather good at it, but of course being so young, he cannot absolutely coordinate his body as well as he would like. She sees him in his attempts as he speaks once more, not all of her words registering with him as they should for pups his age- simply because he had not been exposed to them.

It just so happens that he is not the most excessive vocally as he attempts to copy her movements from before, approaching the creature that she identified. He had seen them before, attempted to catch them without much luck. She then asks what he name was, and he did not divert his eyes or ears away from the butterfly.

"Siinnnnggeee" he says quietly, almost a whisper but certainly enough for the female to hear if she tried. He then suddenly pounces on the butterfly, his initial leap not succeeding as the butterfly flung itself in the air, but he did not giver up. He moved with force for another leap in the air- and by a stroke of luck, he just barely caught the bottom of a wing enough to pull it to the ground and crunch on the middle part of the body. Proudly, he holds the butterfly in his mouth and prances back to the female, sitting in front of her patiently with the rather stunning creature hanging from his teeth.

"Butterfly, Dead netim, dead fortim, sawj yb ym," he said, words jumbled in the common tongue and the tongue he had made up with his brother. He knew not that words were unknown to others, that it is not common practice to make them up. He simply knew that Sister was not always around to teach them words, so he took initiative to make them up to converse with his brother. He looks to the female, head tilting as he expected words of some sort, even if he knew not their meaning.