She has followed a Princess of Diveen out of the packlands and into another- Taviora, she thinks it is called, brother pack to her own home. If she could even call it that, any longer. Since the apparent disappearance of her entire family, wherever they were, little Achlys had taken to wandering more and more, as well as further and further from home. But she had yet to visit another pack, and when the small thing of white and gold and red had wandered off in her curiosity, the black and white girl had fallen into step behind her. Of course, she was completely and utterly silent in this, watching with her gaze of fire and ice in quiet contemplation. Perhaps the young one would lead her to something to learn, and perhaps not. she could only wait to find out.

When they reach the border, the child crosses with ease but the older girl hangs back for but a moment. They were brother packs, after all, but it was common courtesy to await invitation. But she doesn't have to wait long, for she sees another approaching- one she knows. Well, at least one she remembers. He is bigger than before, older, more grown into himself- but he is the same. His words are so similar to those he had spoken to her- the words she had not been able to obey and follow through. But now.. now she could. Moving forward on large black but silent paws, Achlys is graceful and refined even in her youth. But there's nothing arrogant in her movements, as persay the angel bloodline. For truly she holds none of it within her- but is rather half demon, uknown to some and known to others.

But truly, it does not matter to her. Angels, demons- they're all wolves, and they will all be dead. Soon, later, or eventually. It all comes down to the same thing; a pile of bones. She is still silent even when she comes up to them, glancing between the two, and only giving Eden a slight nod. she does not know his name, or the little girls, but those formalities are hardly relevant to her. What is relevant, however, is the frog beneath the angel's paw and the order Eden had given. If no action was taken, Achly's would take her own paw, and placing it either upon the paw of the child or if she moved, upon the frog itself- she would push down until it began to make it's noises, her bright ice gaze marred with flames intent on Eden all the while. Seeking.. approval, seeking acceptance- seeking knowledge? She herself does not know. But she will find out.