He can scent his own Mother upon her as she comes, some part of him inclined to reach for her before instinct prevents him from such a thing. Such gestures are for Mother alone. He does not dislike Impa, no, yet it is her children whom have robbed from him the right of his own birth and this he does not forget. Though today it does not bother him so, no, there are other things to turn within the cunning and sneaky mind of Lonhro and perhaps for all the disorder of his thoughts there is value to him too. For he is loyal to this land and those whom call it their own, loyal to the leadership of his sire in the least, willing by that token to accept the leadership of his female imprint and share with her the secrets he has gathered. She is not like Tobias, her mind is not so broken and torn, her mind understands and even he in his own insanity (or so they say) understands the value of the female before him. Her words see his head tilt and turn in some manner of curiosity, as if he attempts to understand the sentiment itself.

“Family….yes.”

He finishes at last in those same halting words as they are forced from his lips, eyes of emerald green held upon her as his face remains emotionless, as if he has not fully heard the words he offers her as he speaks them all the same. He is….detached, in a fashion, merely waiting for permission to speak these secrets he has come to conceal within himself. She asks for them then and his lips pull upward into a grin that shoes each tooth of gleaming white.

“We must….trade for them….yes.”

There is a slyness to his gaze now, a thing most cunning, family they may be- but Lonhro is unlike any Tobias has fathered before, his mind is different, each piece together and yet placed so oddly from any other. For surely he has taken all the intelligence of Tobias and cunning of Flare to craft himself into one unseen before. A Master of shadow and all things untold. The Night Terror- but not as one would think. He waits a moment for her to process these things he says, his words as honest as his features before he speaks once more.

“Lonhro….share his secret but…….Tick Tock……must give one….in return….yes?”

He waits for her ascension, her agreement to his proposal. He holds no true rank within Asteraia, no true position and as such he holds no obligation to duty to offer her such things for free. He offers from good will alone, his loyalty to pack seeing him offer and not keep such a secret hidden and yet his generosity goes only this far- or so it would seem. A child he may be, but one with careful cunning best watched within the future.

“One comes…..from pack of salt and sand……speaks to Lonhro of Zeus…..yes Zeus…..one that makes trouble for Angels….but……Zeus has…..friend maybe. Yes….friend....I think... who may come to……Asteraia to seek…..shelter…..one called Dieloch. If Dieloch come to Asteraia…….trouble with Angel follow….yes…..Lonhro knows this. Lonhro says…….when Dieloch comes- we turn him away. All who come……must be watched…….”