He has distanced himself from them- of late. A shift of sorts having occurred within the natural balance of the world and one in which Lonhro finds himself displeased. Until the births of Gunsynd and Nevermore he and Singe alone had maintained pride of place in the large, shared family den that seemed to comprise of the Alphess, his own Mother, Flare and the Alpha and his sire Tobias. It had taken…time for his mind to understand this relationship and his own relationship to each of them and yet a single mattered had assured itself within the ebony child’s mind. His sire was King and some part of the boy had come to believe, wrongly or rightly, that he had been…usurped by these newest editions, that his own place within the fields, perhaps- had become compromised, his claim made illegitimate and somewhere within that child born of the wilds and utter domination- remains a seed of discord.

One hidden and concealed and yet, one that exists all the same. He is the very image of his sire, as black as Tobias ever was with eyes of identical emerald green, his tail alone- a mix of black and white and red so bizarre is perhaps his most distinguishing aesthetic feature along with his coat so long and silky. His frame itself remains gangly, ungainly, legs to long and paws far to large and yet perhaps the most astute may realise what stands before them, the very image of Tobias- improved. He will be taller then his sire, heavy, faster, stronger and in possession of a mind far more dangerous if only for the unseen implications of his supposed insanity. He has taken every bit of the wild instinct of his sire, along with a need to dominant, combined this with his mothers cunning and absorbed from those around him what neither of his parents had been capable of- speech. An ability to reason. An ability to exploit- the mind of this particular young male a clever and cunning thing and yet one so very well concealed beneath a personality so bizarre. Though how much is real and how much is an act surely remains to be seen- else discovered.

Those emerald eyes watch the arrival of the Diveen Alpha from a distance, head tilted and turned like a strange child’s toy at the approach of the towering white and golden male. The one Tael had served. He is curious now, as he lifts himself from outside his own roughly made den, one he had taken to sharing with Singe since they had been expelled from their own by the crying ones- a slight not to be forgotten, though for now Lon is hardly given to care as those long limbs ease forward and extend into a steady lope, eating away at the ground as his ebony form glides forward and the long haired, lanky black yearling makes his approach. His ears fold back, a submissive gesture to the Alpha female and yet…perhaps not so submissive as it should have been (teenage boys are rebellious), one emerald eye rolling towards her all the same, assuring he remains outside her space for now, having no desire to have teeth driven at him as he pauses to the left of her, emerald eyes fixated with curiosity upon the white male.

For a moment at least, he simply stands, watching, curious- before rather abruptly striding forward, tail waving a moment in a clear expression of good nature as his nose very near touches Achilles own- seemingly oblivious to this personal invasion of the other males space as his lips pull upward and into a sudden grin all the same. His actions bizarre to be sure and yet the child has never been entirely……normal.

“I know…..all the things.”

His words are a stuttered garble yet lacking that rasping hoarseness of his own sire’s voice, his own light, youthful and with a far more adapt pronunciation then Tobias had ever displayed.

“All…the things I know….about you.”

His words remain directed at Achilles, bizarre as they continue to be before his head rotates, turning back to look towards Tick Tock now as his eyes narrow decidedly as if he has come across some information of a highly secret nature.

“I know.”

What he knows remains to be seen as he turns suddenly away from Achilles once more, wandering back to sit off to the side, ebony pelt aglow in the sun, that strangely long red and white threaded tail moves to wrap itself around his limbs like a cat far too contented as another toothy grin of seeming innocence is flashed towards the pair and he returns to sitting quietly to the side. Just watching.