Two Rivers Isle Listen here, child

Even at his unconcealed glares of wariness, Aero didn't lash out. Vass softened, then, but her words did not make her trust him - he remembered clearly the way his parents had reacted. His words were curious, but guarded, and the boy still didn't move. 

                 "I was punished for that curiosity."

In truth, Vassago was not as dim-witted as everyone seemed to think - he knew Pyro would always be more intelligent than he, but the eldest child was a crafty little shit indeed. No more would he ask his parents of the dark wolves, and he would play nice until he was old enough to go out on his own and do what he needed to do; one day, he would know what that meant - in his heart, he didn't know what he would do when confronted with those dark wolves. He didn't even know how to find them, not yet - he only knew they were over a mountain.... Somewhere.... When he did find them, how would they react? Would he attack right away, aim to kill? Such a thing, he knew, was suicide - and he'd promised Malice he wouldn't get himself killed. Death hadn't quite ever made sense to the boy, and perhaps when he further understood, he would be unable to kill - but that meant targeting one of the dark wolves to prove a point! It was usually around then that the boy lost his train of thought - he didn't have the attention span to think or plan further. For right now, though, that was okay - until he could learn to swim and cross the river, it was all useless.