Tales of the old were often told, and always, young attention had been captivated and spellbound. Not that the wolf would ever admit to such a thing, but it was always something well noted by his Mother. It was why, one day, Seline had told Kronos to find that place- to seek out the land that once was and could have been grand.

Silent, pristine paws of the most snowy white carry his impressive fourm far and wide across the lands. They have traveled far, the youngest sons of the Satanican Queen, but they travel unhindered. Curiass is just at his flank, as he always is and always would be, and Kronos does not need to look and see his red brother there. Since birth, they have been most inseperable, as any Satanican siblings should be. Their older siblings do not follow much after such ways, but, that is to be expected with their certain.. breeding. But it is not they that the duo seek out upon this day. Nor is it any particular soul at all, for if any Satanican's were to remain they would be cherished regardless- dirty blood or not. The brothers seek a certain land this day, one their Mother had deftly taken for her own and their own, to rise it up and beyond to greatness. Unfortunately, not all good things last, and a time had come where the blood and snow Queen had left- her daughter, and their sister, Cade, having stepped up into the role of the leader. Cade was no Queen, but she had been and perhaps was still the Alpha of Andere, and the red and white brothers would soon be finding out.

No distractions are given any attention as they move, and, as a reward, soon the thick and tall trees of the place they seek come into view. Bright, vivid, and ever intense aquamarine eyes take in the sight for all it was worth, for a childhood had been spent wondering and dreaming of these places. It was every bit dark and wonderful that Seline spoke it to be, and as an added bonus, fresh thunderclaps suddenly boomed from overhead. With a grin flashing on his pristine snowy features, Kronos is glancing back to Curiass for he knows his meaning is clear- before bolting in his takeoff through the trees. Years of training and praticing paid off with reflexes most unparalleled by any other, except for perhaps the bloody phantom at his heels, and there was a wild sort of joy and abandon in his bright gaze. Though the scents here were faint and almost gone entirely, there were some that were here all the same and it lead one to wonder who might be lurking within the woods. One in particular stood out, and it was reminescent of their Mother but less so, certainly not enough to be Saladin but enough to be damn well close.. and immediately their charge is in such a direction.

Miraculous timing allows their entrance to be accompanied this time by a lightning flash; one large enough to illuminate the entire area they had just entered. And there upon a rock, basking in the most glorious storm all around, is a wolf of blood and snow. Half of his body is bloody crimson, with the other stark white, and though his eyes are closed Kronos knows them to be blue, several shades darker than his Father. Silence hangs in the air as deft paws bring the white and red wolf closer, though he is by no means sneaking. Stealth is his ally, which such long capable legs and a body to match his Mothers- but on this day, his intenions are hardly ill. Blue green eyes with their myriad of colours never leave the other white and red fourm, even as words pierce the air between them and seem to bring the storm around them to life. "Uncle Liquid, at last." Questions would come, and questions would be answered, and his blood and kin would be greeted with the most audaciously amused smile and equally audacious brothers.