He has been waiting, biding his time. His father treated him well compared to some of his other siblings, but he died too fast for him to really tell if he gained any favor. Instead Zanon had spent the better part of his first year watching how his mother and father worked, how they treated others and how that worked out for them. What his father did… well that clearly didn’t work out. He wasn’t wrong though just let things get to him, became irritated. Zanon saw though, he saw what his mother did, saw what it caused over time to his father. He thought they were to help, but no he got worse and worse and she continued to insist on hunting for him, even if it was just a pittance of flesh she brought. He had suffered from his own ignorance, his father did, didn’t appreciate how strong his mother was, how resourceful.. Now she was gone, and Zanon had no clue to her whereabouts and now he was instead watching his siblings with the same curiosity and was learning slowly from their mistakes and missteps.

Today he followed Aakil, as Zephyrus was proving to be boring and staying around the pack and Boneskull often had that red male lurking about and Kahina, she was probably the next most interesting. Aakil though she left. Here he was then following her out of the pack and through the fields, wondering what was driving her to do such a thing. He followed a fair distance behind, his dark slate colored form slowly crossing the lands and letting his magenta eyes wander here and there. He stopped when he saw her then. He wasn’t sure what had happened but there was his little fox like sister running right back the way she came with two wolves running after her.

Zanon was a strange creature, he didn't act unless he saw some benefit to it for himself, but he was better than his father, he would keep his ruse longer more effectively and do what he could to keep those around him happy so that they would not turn like his mother had upon his father. His face looked angry and his small form bristled, he wasn’t terribly big being only a year old, but someday he knew he would rival the male, not be the small meek thing that Aakil would always be. His white brows narrowed and he started marching confidently forward. Yes they could kill him, he was quite certain of that but he wasn’t scared of that happening right now. The fields weren’t far from Diveen a pack of more noble wolves right? A child calling for help and screaming surely would attract some attention right? Well that was what he was banking on if it went south quickly at least.

Aakil though didn’t seem like she would stop her running, perhaps if nothing else she would get help for her poor brother who was doing what he could to rescue her. His hackles puffing up as he kept marching. ”Hey! What do you think you’re doing!? Get away from my sister!” He snarled and yelled intentionally making as much noise as he could. He was small yes, but he wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t ever in anyway win any kind of brawl with these two wolves without help, but he had to try for his dear sister, yes?