Confused, perhaps, and yet he does his best to understand his sister’s desires. He has come to know her, after all, as part of his family, though she is not of the same blood. Eloah is, after all, one of the few that regularly seeks him out; she speaks much more than he, feeding information into him as he merely absorbs it in silence. Yet, she has decidedly left him and their home for the time being, though she assures him it is not forever. He does not entirely understand such a concept and yet, part of him is drawn to it nonetheless. The promise of new things and new others is an alluring one, for he grows restless in his position within his father’s home. He is young, after all, and thusly incapable of truly making a mark within the hierarchy. He lusts for something and yet he does not understand what. So, he lives in confusion for now, driven by curiosity and instinct as he roams the shorelines.

Today, however, he finds a new scent alive on the breeze. He knows it from the others, vaguely at best and yet, he is drawn to it nonetheless. Once, it was mixed with stale blood and his father but now it is free. He is driven to follow it along the shore, moving up wind towards what he fast learns is a young female. He knows little of the scent, only that is has been mixed with his grandmother’s own. He connects the two and yet, he does not immediately place her within the realm of family. It is something that must be earned, after all, as far as he is concerned.

He is fast and graceful now, swiftly growing into his body as he approaches his first spring. Still, the grace he feels in each stride is barely recognizable in his frame – his legs are too long, his ears large and disproportionate and yet, he already feels dangerous. He feels like he ought to: powerful, sly, like a snake in the grass as he moves towards the dunes, reaching their peaks as he recognizes the girl’s form laying down. She is dark like his grandmother, that he sees, and yet he sees only a child still. She is still small. Still fragile as he was. It is a great curiosity for him, for he is now just seeing how tall he has grown.

He slows as he approaches, his ears pushing forward with eagerness as his blood orange eyes lock on to her small form. He moves without hesitation or contemplation, merely pausing some foot or two from her, immediately moving to be seated. For some moments, he simply watches her. He sits and he waits; he sits and he watches. There is little more that he is interested in doing in these moments. He simply basks and takes in all that she is; from the dark of her fur to its lighter hues, the way she lays in the open. It is all important to him.

Finally, though, he grows restless in his unknowing. He does not speak but rather, he lets out a curious growl, a guttural sound that will surely intrude on her dreams. When she wakes, she will be met with his curious expression, his posture stiff and eager to discover what lies behind her sleeping eyes. He is here, after all, to decide whether or not she is family. He does like to play. He wonders, then, if she will play like Kairos did.