He was enjoying the looks that he was getting from her. It was the same look of approval he got from his mother and from sister who is now gone, although this woman's face was odd. It did not matter that her face missed features and was...ravaged somehow, he could see something in that face that he enjoyed. He always listened carefully to her words, understanding setting in and learning solidifying. He was naturally bright and intelligent, much like his mother, but his circumstances were different than most children.

He enjoyed stalking the winged creature. In fact, he was rather taken with how it was in the air, the looks of the wings and how different of a life form it was. Capturing it with his jaws would mean he could examine it. He did end up being successful after an initial failure. He almost missed it, and he did not like the feeling of that. In fact, once he did catch it show it proudly, he did not really wish to...share it, with it being so precious. Some things he did not mind sharing with his more possessive brother, but sometimes...he just wanted something to himself. She did not come after it though, and thus he got to show it off with wagging dark tail as he looked to her.

Her words were understood half way. He knows it is dead, and she said he could eat it. But poisoned? His head tilted and froze for a moment with the butterfly in his mouth. His red eyes flecked with the green of his father stared forward, as if to look through her, as he accessed his known words, unable to find it.

Before he could inquire about it though, the female ask him a question. His eyes moved out of their dead stare back to her, lively with a butterfly-laced grin. He then lowered his black muzzle to the ground so he could place a gentle paw on the butterfly so it does not escape. It takes him a moment to come up with a response. He understood the question, or so he thought, but coming up with words was a whole different story. He stared at the butterfly, pawing it slightly as thought of obviously hot on his mind.

"Father, kill weak. I no weak. Move wrong, cannot, cannot do, father kill. Mother guard, mother not kill," he states clumsily. He looks back up to her, expecting her to understand as she seemed to know more words than him. He looked back down on the butterfly, red orbs carefully observing the wings before both front paws pounce on it with a care-free giggle.

"Poisonous, what being? What...meaning? Understand," he asks, head tilting back and forth at the butterfly's trampled wings as he takes a step back.