Four months.
It was what he believed to be the biggest fuck fest of his life. The boy was growing quickly now, already having sprouted up a fair bit since two months prior, and all the while he was getting more and more intimidating. The shocking yellow of his eyes helped the matter, and the way they looked even more emotionless and less youthful, more dangerous, was a huge plus in his opinion. Andre was also getting more and more deep into the kind of language that would get him into trouble, and his ability to frighten others was growing steadily greater. He now could identify the differences between a coyote and a dog, down to the last strand of a scent, and didn't have to think twice to know that allowing them into the Land of Wuffluvers was the stupidest thing he could possibly do. Hybrid had proven to be the only reliable figure in his life, since the Lykois were all beneath him and Faolin was just pure stupid.
For that reason, he tended to look to the older dog for some form of an example. That one had introduced him to the way of life in which wolves were ultimately the bad guys, where coyotes were truly the supreme ones, and the one which would lead him to the lifestyle he was destined to lead. He was a madman in the making, a murderer, a sadist, a masochist. Everything he did reflected purely back upon these things; he had no feelings for those lesser creatures which he wished to kill without mercy, for those younger and older than he alike that he would, one day, have the power to cripple and destroy. Elimination was the only answer; kill or be killed, and it was better to shed the blood of others. It was far more satisfying.
It was with these ideas, these cunning plans and formulas that he stored in his head, that Andrezej Lykoi had reached his fourth month of life, and each day they were reinforced more and more.