His mind was only able to process such more of the direction he had from the leader. He took what he understood and ran with it. He needed to feed others. More than himself. Like the woman and shadow would do. He had taken this and gone out into the world. He had used his senses, and found one that would feed many. He found the old and the weak. He did as he was taught to do and requested to do. He did not have the burning desire for dominance like the shadow. It did not burrow into his blood as it did with him, instead he was a delicate blend of flame and shadow, able to follow direction and adhere to the suggestions and dominance of others he felt it appropriate.

But he was still the son of the shadow. He was taught that the weak were food. Thus, he knew only this when he sought to please the leaders of the fields. He did not quite understand the death of the shadow, nor saw him in a state of weakness. He simply knew that someone else was strong and leading the wolves of the fields now, and Singe was going to do what he thought best to please him.

It was hard work dragging the body back to Asteraia. It took quite a bit of time, and the body was certainly mangled after the affair, but he finally made it to the borders and past. Luckily, Halcyon was not too far off. Singe took a moment to inhale the fresh scent of Halcyon, and knew it was warm and close. His red eyes looked forward, seeing the form of the leader close to the stream that he often drank from. He barked out, hoping Halcyon would hear as he turned to drag the body back towards him. He tugged and pulled until he was eventually close enough to the leader.

There was a look of pride upon his young face of white and black. His tail even gave a bit of a wag as he panted heavily from the work. The kill was not too difficult, and was not able to fight back much. The wolf was an older male, and already had an injured front paw. It was easy for Singe to take him down. It was much more difficult dragging the body back. The wolf was not particularly large, but should be enough to ensure many mouths do not feel the rage of hunger for a few days. Singe trotted up to Halcyon with the kill not far behind him, laying in the grass.

"I brought the food, the many eat," he says with a bit of an odd cadence. Red eyes looked to the leader before he turned around, trotting back to the kill to present it.

"Big enough, many eat, yes?" he asked as his nose lowered, inspecting the mangled body of the wolf. It did take quite a beating being dragged over, but he thought perhaps it would still be acceptable. He simply didn't know what to expect, but was proud he made his first big kill on his own, unaware of how the change in leadership may interpret his offering.