He knew his father was not far behind him. The spirit had been charged with keeping track of the pups of Asteraia, and Thoth had been born to be one of them. It was only Samhain’s ever looming, if distance and unnoticed, presence that permitted the boy to be able to wander from the borders of the pack lands and into the common lands. Thoth’s sapphire and ruby and ruby eyes looked out from a pale creamy silver face and studied the world around him with an intensity few knew from one so young. The hot and cold of his eyes made the world around him seem to freeze even in the warmth of the spring air. Listening to the birds chirp their glee in the sunlight had the boy’s lips curling back that added a blazing heat to the coldness around him.Breathing deep, the sound of the air through his mouth the only sound he would ever make, he stepped through the tall grasses of the fields, his dark woody brown body still a little awkward on young silver legs.

The sounds of something being ripped apart had Thoth stopping in his tracks. Gold tipped ears flicked and again the deep breathing pressed from his flared nose. His blunt teeth snapped together and stomach gurgled. Almost into his first summer, his mother had already begun weaning and the by was hungry. Snapping his jaws again he set off in the direction of the noise.

Thoth was still small but did not quite know it. Nor would he care if he did. He came across Tychon’s loud and messy eating. The little caution he had was thrown to the wind and he lunged forward with all the grace of a season old puppy. He jumped onto the piece of meat and peeled back his lips in a silent snarl. Eyes flashed menacingly for a child and he slayed his legs over the dead prey. Only able to reach Tychon’s paws, the pup nipped at his toes with as quick and bold attacks as he could. Since his mother had decided to try to stop feeding him, he was simply going to take this instead.