During his intent staring, Kronos is sure to evaluate the older female and the other small child. The small one that resembles his friend is utterly silent and almost indifferent, which intrigues him though not enough to do anything about it. Instead, the young Satanican is content to merely wait with his brother, catching the words of the girl he had met in the Grotto. She considered him friend, asking her Mother to invite them in. And then the large white female is moving- only large to him in current standards due to his child size- her white skull lowered and her green eyes that are very much like Seline's honed in on them. Kronos knows she could easily be looking upon them with hunger in such a position as her own, but as it was, it seemed there was something else in those green eyes. As always, he can feel the silent speech of his brother at his side, and he shifts his pristine white and crimson fourm so that a shoulder might press into his own russet one. Mother and daughter approach, but it is Mother that takes the lead and lands just before them. Her posture and gestures are welcoming, and though he did not often use them, he knew his own manners as well. Nodding his white skull, it is just before another male arrives that he speaks, his tones young but strong in his adolescence.

"We are Kronos and Cuirass, last of our Satanican blood." He was always the voice when it came to the brothers, but he kept his words often minimal and straight to the point. It was one of the way he had not taken after his dam- Seline adored the sound of her own voice, and loved to ensnare others with her honey slicked tongue. Kronos did not feel the need to create false pretenses between him and any other wolf- even prey. He was blunt and straight to the point, proving thus when continuing. "We have come for our taste is in the blood of others." He knows his meaning will not be lost on the white wolf he speaks directly to- bright and young, vivid aquamarine eyes intently focused on electric jade. His dam he knows would like the wolf he watches closely, and he would not be all too surprised if the mated pair were to find their way here much like their boys had. Not often was it a sanctuary for the damned opened up such as this one, and they had been the very first two to take up the open invitation. There are more, though, always more as a few wolves show up after his speaking. One is a male that opts for the shadows, eyeing the brothers with hunger but he gets not a second glance.

They have been welcomed and accepted, regardless of any further testing they might have to pass; thus, they are safe from any fangs wishing to find purchase in them. So the newcoming male is utterly ignored while the white female goes to him, questioning him and even playing with him, teasing him. So much does she remind Kronos of Seline that he almost double takes- but his exotic gaze has sights for the next wolf in their midst. He is curious because while she is quite obviously an adult, she is so very small and he has never seen a healthy, living adult such as herself. And more to that, she seems to hold countless scars across her fourm, and much like the brothers and each wolf to come before her, she holds her tongue. Perhaps the wolves gathered had not much to say, or perhaps the white wolf was intimidating enough to make it so. Either way, the silent was pleasant and a curious turn of events from the much normal buzz of conversation. Thus far, this place was proving to be quite the haven for those like him and even darker. He and Cuirass had done well to find this place and come here. It was a perfect area as ever for them to conceal their world in- all while living under the wide open expanse of the sky. For while it might be concealed from the world around them, they are in fact free in their endeavors and their very lifestyle.

While the adults are preoccupied, Kronos takes it upon himself to approach the girl he had shared his meal with in the Grotto. But he takes the actions that his dam very well would with their sire. Smoothly he walks up to her, but at the last moment he's making a quick move to nip at her shoulder, before wheeling his body around to the left, keeping his eyes on her and for any retaliation. The bite was obviously not meant to draw blood, though if it did due to rather sharp puppy teeth, then it could not be helped. His intent though is clear in his bright gaze as he watches her, challenging her, goading her on. Briefly he glances to his mostly crimson counterpart, wondering if he might join in on their game- but he knows that most likely he will do naught but watch it unfold. Kronos is a pleasant mix of their heritage, though occasionally Seline may shine through more dominantly than all the rest. He is his Mothers son, after all, and he is true Satanican through and through.