Curiass is his silent shield just at his side as they wait for the older male, and Kronos feels no need to speak. Communication runs much deeper than words for them, and a simple glance is all they really need. They can always sense one anothers presence beside, so aquamarine eyes don't even need to turn to him. They stay focused on their Uncle, instead, patient in these moments for family and family alone. The young though fully grown wolf can sense satisfaction as their relative lays eyes upon them, and though he is not so open and forward about it, Kronos is wise all the same. The words he gives them proves to them he is no daft fool- he knows just who they are, even if he doesn't know exactly who they are. And the red and white wolf has no problem enlightening him.

"We are Kronos and Curiass- youngest sons to Seline and her chosen Eric." It was more information than he would ever give anyone else in his life- but then this was his last remaining Uncle, and perhaps even last remaining relative. Beside immediate blood, of course. He knows that much like Seline, Eric had spent much time within Andere but he wasn't sure if his Uncle would know him. Either way, they were here now, and that was the important matter. But he is not finished speaking entirely. "Tell us, what has become of the Satanicans here? Do you know if any remain?" At last word, Cade and their half brother Quirino were still around but that was all they had heard. Liquid's appearance, however, was grounds of hope for more. Perhaps the Satanicans were not finished after all, and their journey here would not have been in vain.

Even as Kronos is thinking the thoughts, a white phantom suddenly appears with them out of the downpour. His first instinct is to bare fangs and immediately jump him, but the white coat has him remaining still. But after just a moment, he knows the wolf is no Satanican. He is within Andere Seite, after all, and perhaps he is a wolf of the forest. Aquamarine irises, half way between green and blue stare in their penetrating manner upon the newcomer, the words coming and going with nothing but silence in return. Until Kronos deems it worth while enough to speak, showing that he is in fact no traditional wolf. "And what is it exactly, Ghost, that you have brought to Andere Seite? Anything useful at all?" Expectant he was as he continued his staredown, never wavering and never needing to glance away. He was not the Alpha, but this was his home more than it was this new wolf's.

It was a long time now that the Satanican's had claimed Andere's as their own, and though they were sparse if not gone entirely- ther was a new generation that would not so easily die out.