For a moment he almost questions his choice in coming here- almost, watching as his companion hopes around him in an effort to imitate the ‘hoppers’. Well, she wasn’t exactly incorrect, they did hop, the manner in which she sought to portray them rather lifelike. Although if she hoped to be Queen one day then hopping was hardly going to get her there. She was fortunate to have him, truly, to help her understand why there were better ways to do things then hop. At least she was creative, that was always good. Creative, he is sure, means intelligent- at least in some fashion, the golden male allowing a grin to touch his features as his tail waves a moment and he makes some effort to further explain the way of battles. He was perhaps a little too young himself to fully appreciate war in any real sense of the word, much less a true battle- the sought of which he has never seen and yet Rhett is a bright child- more so then most. What else could be expected from the son of Pan? His mind is cunning and quick, filled with far more knowledge then most at such an age and yet there is much the boy seeks to do, much he seeks for both of them to do- assured Nevermore is the right choice is what is to come. Even if she was staring towards him with a look of utter bemusement.

“Don’t worry, it will all make sense eventually.”

He grins once more, asking now after her family instead. There was hardly a wolf in all Moladion that had never heard of Tobias or his imprint, even his mate was infamous enough and such is the mind of Rhett that he is intrigued by this family, this bloodline, their reign of terror. It was, he thinks, not a terribly effective way to rule and yet some part of him wants to understand all the same- he has heard the stories ever since is earliest days and he desires to meet this Demon of Moladion, or in the very least to see him. He is interested too in this Queen that rules beside him, what a fearsome beast she must be to control him, to lead as she had done, fighting off all who came for the fields. Surely, one day, Nevermore would be the same. Her description of her parents however, sees his own features frown as she leans readily into him.

“He is going to eat me?!”

Green eyes widen suddenly at this realisation, Rhett pressing readily closer to the girl in an effort to place as much of her scent upon him as possible. If her scent would protect him from being consumed then he was more then willing to apply it. Her Mother and Brother in the least sounded slightly more agreeable, his head nodding slightly though such words had already stirred up other thoughts.

“Do you……do you eat other wolves?”

He knew something of cannibals and yet that he might already be to late, that Nevermore might already have developed something of her parents tastes had never truly occurred to him. Surely….surely he could somehow convince her rabbit was a far better food. After all, if she wanted to one day surpass her parents rule she would hardly do so by eating through her own pack.

“Maybe you can show me which den I can have, or maybe I can share with your brother and you too and then tomorrow you can show me the rest of the pack? After that we have work to do.”

How much work, really, he was yet to be sure- flashing another grin towards his companion all the same. Rhett, despite his attitude, clearly possessing some of the good nature of Niviaq and Galileo.