If I had another son, it might have been Blackthorne. I suppose there are some parts of me in him - parts I had killed off a long time ago but nonetheless. They exist. Yet, he is Underidge's son and so, there is certainly something else inside him. After all, no wolf could claim Underidge to be normal or even explainable. In any case, I am wise enough to know that I ought to keep an eye or three on him as he lurks about.

When he comes forward, I merely pass him over with my gaze before I settle myself in, his approach reminding me all too much of his father's own - only, it is more confident. Where Underidge slithers, Blackthorne saunters. I cannot help but smirk at such a thing as it moves alongside his question. "Never need, Blackthorne, only want of." And it is true - what need do I have for him? He is but a child still, cocky and sly. There are few that are truly needed. Besides, the game isn't ending. We are both still playing, no?

But he cracks. When he speaks of his father, there is a glisten of madness in his eye, no?
There is a maliciousness in his voice - like a snake. Though I feel my lips creep up in amusement, I force them down with the knowledge that if I let on that this is fun, then he might stop. This is insight, after all. I do not think such an insight into the boy comes easily - I wonder just how much Thor has been able to coax out of him.

Still, my lip twitches. So, Underidge. Am I surprised? I do not think so, though I am certainly agitated with the knowledge. His cunning had caused a thorn in my side, albeit a small one considering Aster's apparent disinterest in extracting whatever revenge and punishment she had promised that night. Had she? I cannot remember, so inconsequential was her anger. "Hasn't that already taught you something?" I pose the question to him with my own amused grin as I take a step towards him, head tilting ever so slightly, "Did it not teach you to be more cunning than him?" I flash a canine as I curve my step, moving so that I stand alongside him then, facing down the trail he had come from with mild interest. I wonder what he had left behind - what secrets had he been tending to before he came here? "You think he should be punished, Blackthorne?" I twist my neck back ever so slightly so that I might catch him in my peripherals as I pose him such a question. I had my own intentions today but it seems...well, there are many more interesting things to be tended to than just what I had hoped. Good. It is always good to be both cautious and curious, no?