As much as I do my own thing, I am not always too far off from Thorne. I sometimes follow him on his excursions into the world beyond Glorall if he knows it or not. I care not if he knows it right now. I move my pristine white pelt along the snow and I know that it is blood that he is following. How can it be anything else? The boy would enjoy the blood. Weakness. Something to kill or to take advantage of. Point is, fresh blood is opportunity of some sort...and we were going to take it one way or another.

I come around in the snow just as Thorne is approaching the white colored other in the snow. I stay a distance off, flicking an ear forward as I crouch down in brush- not so much that Thorne doesn’t see me, but that the other perhaps does not quite yet. I hear his words- just barely, and I smirk.

I then lift my white form out from the crouch. My green eyes with black flecks look upon the wolf in the snow and I feel..odd as I see him. They narrow as I get close and my paws crush snow. He looks...a lot like I do, but smaller. Similar eyes, but with touches of blue instead of black. Liver nose. White pelt though his seems to be slightly tinted. I have not seen many with looks like mine...especially the nose, and my mind wonders. I know little about my father. My mother did not speak of him often, but I could not help but wonder upon our similarities as I come now to stand next to Thorne.

My face was never considered a kind one. I mean, I can be beautiful thing. I can charm with a smile, but there always seems to be a sharpness to me, and especially around Thorne that sharpness tends to come to a point. My ears flicker back as my bright greens bore into the younger one.

”Don’t be stupid and stop your growling, less you want us to confirm your taste, hm?” I say, my voice slightly hinted with the accent of Latin, although I am better at covering it up than my mother ever was. She always thinks speaking in Common was dirty, but I do what I have to do to get what I want a blend in.

”Now now, Thorne, if he is a good little boy, don’t you think we can be just a little bit nice?” I say teasingly, a poison grin wiping across my pale lips as I look to Thorne for a moment. He knows what I mean of course. I slowly turn my head back to the younger boy...who looks well too much like me, and I suddenly snap in his direction. My face wrinkles with my silent snarl before my lips cover my teeth slowly once more- gauging the young ones reaction.