Piercing blue eyes with their radiance of copper gold stare out from the shadows of the den. He watches his brother on this morning, the way he interacts with the hare that had been left for them. With their Mother sleeping away most of their early days, they are left with little stimulation save for when the large pale wolf might stop by. They are never long visits, but almost always there is something for them clutched in those big jaws and thus he is a welcome sight. His newly developed sense of smell tells him that the male wolf is his father- all of their fathers, just as it tells them that the other small bodies around him are his siblings. Eros is the oldest of the four siblings, their sister being the youngest and smallest of them all, but he does not look down upon her for such a thing. In fact, much unlike the wolf who had birthed him, the young child of a wolf has an intense and strong feel for his own blood. He would protect his brothers and sister under all costs, and even his Mother if he had to.

Since their coming into this world, however, Achlys has given them little else than the milk at her teat and the occasional touch of her muzzle. She is not an affectionate Mother by any means, but they accept her for what she is. Their current protector and life giver, much the same way as the wolf who visits them. However, on this day, it would seem a new wolf has come to see them. Immediately do black hackles laced with a pale russet stand on end, and his tiny puppy teeth are bared in a silent albeit savage snarl. His brother is just that- his brother, and he would not be taken or trifled with this day. As Elohim enjoys his time with the rabbit, laying on his side then to press his large paws into what was probably a still warm body, the unknown wolf makes her approach to stand near to him, eventually over him, and speaking the words they have been made aware of since their first few days. Black ears twitch in their recognition as his nostrils set to work, searching for her scent and upon finding it, delving deeper to figure out just who she may be. She is reminiscent of the pale male that visits, thus she must be related.

How, exactly, he does not know; but to know that she is blood is enough for him. Black and russet kissed lips fall back over small teeth at the process in his mind, but his hackles remain as they were, if only to puff up his tiny fourm to be larger than what he is now currently. His massive paws show that one day, he will tower over other wolves and be quite a force one would not wish to reckon with. Eros has no intention on laying down before her, or even lowering herself- thus after he moves from the depth of the den he stands beside his brother, though slightly back so that she is not over him as well. If anything, his big paws are so close to his brother that he is even standing a bit over him, but it is not for the sake of dominance. His stance is protective as he stares at the bright copper of her eyes, much the same as the second colour that adorns his own irises. And the same colour as their meat provider. She may have her sights set on Elohim for now, but the dark brother being the only one marked in blood will have eyes for nothing and no one but her. She might well be blood, yes, and that was of great importance; but she was just as unknown to him, and therefore a threat that should be met head on and no way else. It is all he knows for the time being, to be blunt and straightforward about life because he has yet to learn any other way.