They are truly two peas in a pod. In tandum they move, side by side, one white paw after a red paw and so on. It is not often they are apart from one another, and this day is no different. Beside the fact of their visiting one of the packlands, simply because they can with such an opportunity arising. The forest pack of Taviora, much like the Woodlands they were born to, had opened its borders to most if not all the young children in Moladion. Loners and pack wolves alike, which was how the red and white brothers were able to show their faces. No particular packland scent clung to them, and it was quite obvious they were what they were- loners, and of an interesting variety. For neither parent of theirs was prominent in either scent of the boys, for while they were indeed their main caretakers for the time being, they did not spend much time at all with them.

Lessons were always quick and to the point, and their Mother was never one for wasting time in such matters. Perhaps she was a devil with her tongue, such as to where he inherited his own silvertongue- but when it came to her offspring the Satanican Quees was immediate and firm. They were bred for nothing else, and it was silence that accompanied them as they crossed the border of the packland and continued beneath its towering trees. They were right at home here in these woods, and the barest hint of a wicked smile is liable to pull at the corners of his mouth. But they are in shadow, and none but perhaps his brother could witness such a thing- but their main attention lie up ahead. For up ahead, there are two young wolves much like themselves and the female to have brought them all here. He did not know her name, and he didn't exactly care to, but he figured he would learn it whether he asked or not.

While Curiass is silent in their approach, giving nothing but a dip of the head as they near, Kronos takes over his part of the show. He does not openly smile, but he does relax his facial features just enough so that any to look upon him would not be put on edge. In fact, if anything it would be the opposite- for while he has inherited much from his Mother, something from both parents is the exquisite layout of his physique and features. Young he may be, when he is grown he will be a specimen of perfect porportions, the perfect predator in body and mind. Aquamarine eyes that are not quite blue and not quite green are piercing in their stare as they move from wolf to wolf, for Kronos has never found reason to look upon another meekly. Strength and intelligence were what mattered most, and it showed in the way the white and red boy watched each other wolf.

Though his stare is intense, he keeps just enough softness to his features so that any might look at him and find him curious of them. And then when he speaks his voice follows suit, similar to his Mother's now in his unspoiled (ha) youth. All sugar and honey and everything naughty and nice. "We are Kronos and Curiass, loners from the Woodland." They need not know their parents or exactly where they come from- it never went well to offer too much information. And at that he falls into silence beside his red brother, a bit aways from the group as was their way. But he does take in the scenery around them; the flowers and the fresh living life all around them. It would be pleasant for any other but the sons of the last Satanican Queen, and with their ominous silence they wait for others to come or the ones present to do whatever it is they might do at such occasions.