I hear him on the wind; he summons me, seemingly with purpose. A howl, after all, is the best way to derive the very nature of another. Such a sound is created by pure, singular meaning; to summon, to challenge, to mourn. One must condense a single point into a resonating tune. So, when I hear him, I understand he has not come here lightly. There is a certain... something to him, a certain pitch I seldom hear. It is a curious thing, indeed, and I cannot pretend that it does not drive me from my resting place with great haste. I have always had an insatiable curiosity. He only seeks to feed it, though he does not know such a thing.

As I jog towards his position, I pause momentarily to release a short, gruff howl of my own; if I were to name it, it would simply be one of hunger, of the hunt. I move with the same fixated intensity, my head low and eyes starved with questions. For one so young, how does he seem so sure? So hungry for something himself? When I find him there, slight and young, I do not pause to assess. I merely lope towards him until I am close, our eyes meeting then and there. He is so very young, like my own son. His eyes glow with the same fire as Elohim's, in both their hue and their determination. What an interesting thing.

Instinctively, I rise to my full height, my tail arcing neatly over my back as I come to a complete stop. My head remains low and loose, at his level, though my ears push forward in eagerness to hear what he may say. Perhaps it is an intimidating thing to be presented with so soon, my form having only broken from the tree line moments ago. I am sure, however, that I speak clearly enough without words: this is my dominion and he has called forth its head. He is young and the young must prove themselves in some small way. Just as Luk and Arcturus had done so in their own ways, I am curious to see how this boy shall do the same.