This forest, it would seem, so often enjoyed torrential downpours. Much like the day he had first arrived with his bloody brother in tow, some odd time ago, the rain first came down in hammering sheets. Eventually it let up, to become naught but a subtle drizzle that left mist upon ones fur. Kronos had not the patience for the harsh rain, and had watched it come down from the shielded entrance of a den. It was not often the Satanican brothers.. settled down any particular place, but Andere seemed as good as any and it did not hurt to occasionally have a warm and dry place to sleep in. The den was of course more than big enough for two, even three or four- their kind are known for their luxury of course, or at least their Mother is. And while the brothers take after both, Kronos does take more after his Mother in her wily ways and her antics. He is the voice of the duo, but on this day he slips away and alone from the den. The lighter rain he does not mind, and stark white ears had heard a call upon the border just prior.

While an older, half brother was away fighting a challenger that had come to try and take the forest, Kronos figured it was a good a time as any to do something. Anything. For so long the forest lay quiet with nothing to its name or its inhabitants- the youngest Satanican's had yet to meet their siblings or any family beside their Uncle. And even he had been a momentary sighting, having since disappeared though they both do hope he would show his dual toned face again. It would be a most welcome sight, as truly any family member would be. Even Mother, even Father, though the red and white painted wolf highly doubted either would ever come back to this place. Aquamarine irises somewhere between green and blue are intent in the gray haze that is the sprinkling of rain, and it does not take him long to find her. For she is a wolf not like any he has seen before; tall and gangly, with a face of a fox and the red and white and black to go with it. His handsome face is set in a scowl as he watches her, holding his silence in his approach and waiting to see what she would do. Kronos has never met a maned wolf, nor heard of them, and so he does not have a word that would describe her. And instead of asking a name, or her business here at the forest, he really only has one thing to say to her. "What are you?" With being the voice comes a knack for words, but sometimes his blunt nature does indeed get the better of him.