He watches her as she comes, eyes of emerald green following the movement of her form as that long pelted black wolf resides within the shadows beneath the trees. He does not know what she wants and perhaps he does not care, the world to Lonhro is a strange place filled with the fantasy of his own mind and the wonders of an imagination gone to far. Though they are more the fool to believe he does not see. Yes, yes. Lonhro sees many things, all things and yet still so many believe little of him and his capabilities. Let them. It is far better to be underestimated then overestimated. These things he knows. That strangely long tail with its lashings of red marked through the ebony fur curls about himself as he sits. Would she come into the fields, this girl of the ocean? Would she trespass and allow him to give chase? This he would like, for even though he is not yet two he is large, tall, lanky beyond all reason and will exceed all his family for height even if true weight should never find him. He will always be swift, he will always be strong, stronger then Father has ever been and one day he will show them all- but not today, no, not today. Eyes of glowing emerald continue to watch the female, a girl surely his age, as she pauses at the border and releases a call for any as his ears prick forward. Whether he considers his position one of power is perhaps debatable and yet is he not already an informant? He knows that role, he knows that job and if there is a message to be had then he is more then capable of carrying it- even if at times it surely does not seem as such.

Long legs extended abruptly forward, lifting his sleek, obsidian form upward as he moves to lope from the shade beneath the trees and onto the snow-topped earth, red, white and black tail trailing out behind him, a single banner of colour on an otherwise shaded individual. He makes no move to hide his presence, loping forward to meet her now, easily spotted atop the blanket of snow so white as he does. She is familiar to him- in a way, eyes narrowed slightly upon her, unaware that he mistakes her for her brother in this moment before he pushes such thoughts aside, long tail lifting upward. These are his lands after all, his home and there is a confidence to be had in his home- though his form holds no aggression or displeasure as that long tail waves a moment by way of greeting and his head tilts near bizarrely to one side. For a moment he simply looks upon her, head tilted oddly, before those dark lips break into a smile most breathtaking in its beauty- for Lonhro is a beautiful child to be sure- cursed as his sire himself to bare a face even an Angel would surely be jealous off as those long locks of dark fur cling to his youthful frame.

“You are….not the….one from before.”

His words are fractured, broken, the boy struggling to speak though achieving it all the same. Born of 2 parents whom do not speak, after all, is sure to be a struggle. He waits, as if expecting an answer to the words he has offered before he sits himself opposite her, a chuckle rising from within his chest to hiss out between his teeth in a manner more snicker then laugh- though what he finds funny remains to be seen.
“Yeeeeees?”