He is further from the pack today, further then he has been before and yet none seek to stop the young male draped in ebony and darkness. Perhaps it is simply his appearance that wards them away, for even though he is young, only a year in age- he is tall and shockingly so. His appearance perhaps, is made all the more strange by his coat so long, the fur upon his tail especially given to trail like ribbons of obsidian behind him as he moves amongst the shade and shadow of the forest, emerald eyes, as green as any spring leaf, given to observe the world about him with a sharpened coldness. If there is any part of the male that is perhaps given to keep others from him- then it is surely those eyes- the boy the very image of his sire- the wolf they do not speak of, the nightmare that has plagued Moladion for so long and feasted upon the flesh of the weak since his earliest years. They fear Tobias- the Asterian King and perhaps in turn they fear his son who wanders the forest now, who looks so very like his sire in coat and eye colour and yet to those astute enough to see…..the boy will be taller in time, stronger then ever his sire was, more beautiful then even that dark Angel whom had lured in so many with his perfect form. For now however, the future remains still concealed, though others would judge him on his sire alone and perhaps it is for that reason Lonhro is alone today.

Or perhaps it is because he is mad. Or so they say.

His pace quickens into a steady lope, long limbs extended to see him gliding across the earth with subtle grace, that strangely long red and white tail, his own personal banner and the mark of his Mother, trailing behind him as he does. He can smell something, someone, new, exciting and different and such is the curious mind of the young male that he seeks to find it. Bright emerald eyes peer between the trees as he pauses, searching now for the creature he can smell, eyes at last coming to rest upon the grey and white female halted within the trees herself. For a moment he merely stands, watching her, head tilted about in utter curiosity before he springs suddenly forward, the lonely, lanky frame launching suddenly out of the forest to land before the girl.

“RAWWWWWR!!!”

It is perhaps a little louder than he intended, the boy bowing down suddenly in a play bow, tail waving in what is clearly good intention as he bares his teeth towards her in play before twisting and springing back in the youthful manner only a child can truly manage, suddenly and abruptly seating himself now. His actions are…unusual at best, pleasant and friendly to be sure- though strange, almost….volatile as he sits now so straight and upright, red and white tail wrapped about his paws as he faces the girl.

“Where…..are your….friends?”

His voice is fractured, broken, neither of his parents speak and as such he has only truly just begun to master speech, his words a struggle, forced out all the same and yet he is clearly pleased with himself at this achievement.

“My friends…..are not….talking to me today….no…..no”

His head shakes sadly, as if truly the girl would have some idea of what he was talking about, totally oblivious to his own….uniqueness.

“So Lonhro……came here….to find his friends but……they are gone because…..because Lonhro knows secrets….all of them…..do you know secrets?”

His eyes narrow suddenly, that beautifully handsome child suddenly appearing almost foxish as he casts a glance in either direction as if he plays some game of subterfuge only he understands, eyes returning to her now- clearly expecting an answer as he sits before her.