Hemlock wasn’t expecting anyone to approach him, anyone friendly at least. He smelled of Iromar, and Hemlock wasn’t simple, he knew that Iromar was quickly becoming the pack that everyone wanted to avoid and destroy and rip from the inside out. Just as his mother had done to the alpha before her. It was full of darkness, full of evil and he waits for the day that someone like his mother will come and tear the neck of Blackthorne as they had done Aranck. Yes… he knew, his mom wasn’t exactly shy about her past experiences. His mom killed for good, unlike the beast that Hemlock was that desired to kill to fill his belly full of wolf flesh. He looked forlornly at the squirrel between his paws and started slightly when the brute came out from around the corner, his white pelt and black pelt smelling of the forest his bright red eyes boring into his green ones.

He wasn’t too scared, any other pack and perhaps Hemlock would have been sent running away tail between his legs, or letting them end his monstrous existence… one or the other, there was no inbetween. Probably be better for the world if there were less wolves like him out there… Still the brute made no aggressive movements towards Hemlock, and the silent boy didn’t remove his pupiless gaze from the other, before they moved to his kill at his paws. He looked down at the squirrel as well, ears tipping back seeing as he just killed it for no reason. Even they give their lives to feed the others, but his father had said you should be grateful for them. If he applied that logic could he feel the same about killing another wolf?

He grit his teeth slightly before being distracted by the male as he asked. What do? Hemlock didn’t understand, his own head tilted slightly knowing he was talking about the squirrel but failing to understand exactly what the other wolf meant by it. Hemlock shook his head, though a look of confusion set on his face still not sure of his actions, and knowing he wasn’t going to eat it, pushed it towards the other wolf. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but Lock didn’t want it and maybe he did and that was what he was asking. What was he doing with it? Nothing… he had killed it for no reason at this point. Least its life wouldn’t be wasted for no reason.

Still the boy was curious he stood up backing up a pace or two to make it more clear, though way smaller still than the adult wolf he was still a pretty big still Hemlock was a little wary, but curious too. He didn’t seem like the typical wolf he thought of in Taviora, but then again his father and mother told him all about the Aztec side of his family, not the others that lived there.