Not once had he felt that thing called fear. Natiya had mentioned it once, saying she was afraid to go outside because mother bid them not to. Whatever that oppressive feeling was, it does not affect him. Even now after hearing the rustling in the tall grasses, he only grows larger, his growl a larger-than-life thing. The sun makes his charcoal and silver eyes gleam and with each turning of his head they flash, at once dark then bright, ever changing. Whoever was hiding from him would show themselves or he would hunt them down. In the moment that it takes Wren to decide whether to come towards him, Blackthorne places an ebony paw forward, intending to track down the disturbance.

She appears then, tail moving in a slow arc that is not mimicked by Blackthorne's. Not once does he offer her any hint of welcome, his face hard for one so young, his eyes staring in an odd way as she comes closer. His nostrils widen as he takes in the foreign scent that clings to her. It smells like heat and dirt and pollen and devoid of salt. She looks down on him, using the few weeks she was born before him to her best advantage. Princess of Diveen. If that hadn't already earned his snide, it is the way she calls him boy.

He growls again, deep in his throat, and steps closer to her, flashing milk fangs. "What do you want here, girl? You aren't a Princess here." Despite his cold greeting it is clear his voice is smooth and almost charismatic, feline in nature. A stalking sound. His eyes barely flick to watch the silver figure drawing neigh behind the Diveen wretch. Now SHE smells of Glorall and salt and sea.

Thorne watches with an avid expression on his face, lips twitching upward to reveal his fangs to Wren as Eve speaks. He was a Glorian - she was from Diveen. Eve was of the same ilk as him and thus they were a team, as ever a team as they could be he supposed. "I will rip your eyes out. One color for my sister, one for me." A part of his threat seems fanatic, almost as if the idea of having one of her eyes excite him; he is emboldened by the presence of Eve. Before he would have challenged Wren but with Eve he feels no need to add surprise to the list. He opens his mouth and clacks it shut, ears pressed back and eyes flashing. What will the Princess do now?