It is an early morning, but Lonhro does not sleep, no, he is wide awake with the kill of last night between his paws. He is two years old now, this kill is his own at last, hunted and caught all alone and h takes pride in that. The sea of grass is wide and vast, the rabbits have grown fat and lazy and he has taken advantage. His meal is close to finished when he stands with what remains of it caught within his jaws, carrying it away from his den now and towards a single tree that stands as a beacon atop the fields. It is here he digs his shallow hole and lays his rabbit remains within it, using his nose to push the dirt back across and cover his cache. He will save it this way, yes, save it from those who would take it from him, other wolves, foxes, birds and insects. The call that reaches his ears travels upon the wind as the sun rises, the ebony Prince pausing now to listen to this voice that summons as he turns towards it. He does not know it well, no, but he does not know many who come to him- they bring hi secrets, not names, though the last one had brought him a name and one he remembered. Long limbs extend forward upon the earth, the young male gliding like dark silk atop the fields, long pelt and tail trailing out behind him as he does.

He is growing each day. Stronger, taller, more beautiful within his shapely features and graceful motion. A greater threat then Tobias ever was, for he remains in possession of a mind of capability, not one tainted with insanity though many believe it so. The fool Lonhro. Let them say it, let them believe it, he cannot be harmed by words like that. Eyes of emerald green peer ahead as he lopes, falling upon the white female whom lingers back from the borders with nervousness as if she fears it. Maybe the rumours have reached her, maybe she is of small mind like the others who believe of Asteraia the lies some had once spread though it matters not for now. The past does not matter here. He draws closer and he knows, yes, he knows this female- the one from the gathering of many, the one who did not understand and yet the one he had liked. That long, long tail threaded with red and white waves slightly in his recognition though as he paces forward still to cross the border line like a darkened wraith and continue his stride towards her.

He smiles, one that shows all his teeth as is his habit, a strange and awkward look upon him as he does, halting before her now. He is silent a moment, quiet, head tilted and turned about as if he must see her form every angle and examine each angle each time before those eyes of emerald green meet her own. An unfortunate habit perhaps, a legacy of Tobias alone, that sees the boy stare without blinking for several moments, offering a sharp intensity to his gaze before he seems to recall a need to do such a thing. His body shifts, slightly, until he mimics her position, mind taking ready delight in such a thing though why can hardly be said.

“Do you know….what you look like? Like….this.”

He shifts again, slightly, until his facial expression matches her own, his form held as she holds hers, a dark, masculine mimic of herself that sees each long obsidian hair blow within the softness of the breeze as he stills himself for several moments before sudden releasing, shifting, seating himself as himself once more.

“Yeeeees?”

The word is drawn out, purring almost as he holds it, both ears pricked and held forward now, the word evidently a question, asking why she is here, why she has come- though he thinks he knows already. Lonhro knows many things and he is never tricked.