There was always something different about the black beast that he and his brother followed. It brought in a bit different state of mind, removing the words taught to him by sister and heard from others in the pack. He need not think with words, but simply move with instinct and reaction. He observes the black beast, red eyes intent upon him and learning the ways of the hunt with calculation. Singe is a boy observant and intelligent, not completely grasped by the demons and monsters that grasp his father. He may hear their soft cries, feel a grip of claws around his mind but they can be shaken off- at times. For now, as words fade and instinct takes over, he feels the urge stronger to follow and hone in on weakness.

Singes reacts to the sudden lunge of his father, his own dark paws lurching forward and following the lead without hesitation. He knows that Lonhro finds confidence within Singe's own confidence, that his leadership brings additional strength to his darkened brother. No, his brother is not weak, but he does feel an aura of insecurity at times that Singe must wash away with his own abilities. Perhaps this is a fault of Singe in a way, unaware of when he should be insecure and scared, lacking in fear at times when perhaps he should. For now though, his life is not threatened and he simply follows the lead of the shadow as does his dark brother.

He does not finds any reason to hold back at his father attacks the female, grasping onto her neck with ease. She may have attacked his father, but Singe was not going to pause. His own black and white form is quick as he moves around, no sound coming from his muzzle unlike his black sibling and father. As Lonhro attacks the leg and father the neck, Singe arms for base of the tail. His jaws of black open and snap, his movements mimicking that of his father as he violently shakes. He does not have the same strength and ferocity of his father due to his size and age, but there is a frightening intensity in his eyes as flesh is ripped open and blood begins to drain. He tastes it as he loses his grip from the shaking- but it hardly mattered. The girl was already dead by the jaws of their father.

He hears the heavy breathing as his brother as Singe moves besides him, moving away to allow Tobias the room he naturally commands as he goes to the belly and rips open flesh. Singe's tongue dangles out of his mouth, the taste of blood still hot upon it as he watches. He, too, had the same revelations as Lonhro, watching the meat appear within death accompanied by the taste of blood. He feels his own heavy breath as he looks to his brother while he speaks, stating death of it and that it is meat. Singe nods in response.

"Tastes of blood, tastes of food," he states simply to his brother, words coming forth before they slide back into his mind. His red eyes fixate on Tobias as he feasts, Singe...desiring his own flesh. Lonhro is unsure, and Lonhro will not go forth, but Singe will. His form was growing strong and fast with every coming day. He was developing beautifully. He does not dare come round to the belly to feast besides Tobias, but he does step forward, his jaws seeking to rip the flesh at the base of the tail where his jaws had ripped into the female before. He grabs hold and tugs, eyes not directly looking into Tobias, but yet in his direction to react if he disapproves of his actions. He will seek to rip off the flesh and consume a piece for himself- and depending on Tobias, he will attempt to lay and gnaw on the area near the base of the tail, daring to eat in the midst of a feasting shadow.