I knew there was always chance of all or some of the children to be here. My copper eyes linger towards the den, seeing the fangs of another darkened pup in a protective gesture. I simply give a stare, one hard with my copper upon his blue and copper, my own colors reflecting within the orbs of his soul. One day, he will realize where he got part of his eyes from, and one day, he will know and appreciate the origin of his creator. I show no reaction to his display other than my look, an observation of him.

I direct my eyes back down to the boy with the hare, the boy with the death between his jaws and at his paws. I do of course notice the boy who snarled at me coming forth, his tension somewhat ceased and yet there is a challenge in his approach, a confidence but also an arrogance. It is not to be unexpected from my blood, but I do not give him the time of day during his display next to his brother. I simply observe as the boy stand and pushes upon the ribs of the hare. They are so small at this time, so small and so very weak. It is a delicate time, and they must know of the harsh realities of the world. They cannot even break the ribs of the hare quite yet, though they can steal whatever breath was left from the last moment of life.

I do understand the growing mental state, and the boredom of being so young, and yet it is now where they learn and develop the most. In the corner of my eye I do notice another peeking out of the den, and although I wish to look upon her I do not. I am keen on my ability to focus in on the hare and the boy, my body unmoving like a towering statue above them, with a grandness unmatched. They do not know the ancient language as well as I would hope, and it appears that I need to ensure their ears are tuned upon the language most important and most beautiful.

I allow him to sniff me, and I do not move other than the occasional wind flowing through my darkened fur. He then deems me as family, and it is correct. I do not nod, nor show any correctness with my features. I continue my stare upon the single boy with the hare, always knowing the positions of the other two as well.

"Ava Ego creans pater tuus dederit tibi cunctam qui sanguinem per me. Mementote istud et infirmi non recordabatur Ava," (I am Ava, the creator of your father, the one who gives you all blood through me. Remember this, and remember those of Ava are not weak,) I say smoothly in the tongue of Latin as the boy begins to play with the hare once more. They need to understand power, and they need to understand control. They also need to realize where they are at now, so small to where their ears don't even prick yet, and need to realize what they will be like when they grow in my image. When he flops the hare lazily is when my left paw suddenly strikes. It is like a flash, my whole front left leg moving with incredible power as I crush down with great force upon the ribs of the hare, hearing the crackling of bones within the flesh. I simply hold my paw there, my force continuing to push down upon it as I keep my copper eyes strictly upon Elohim. There is a moment that I stay there, still once more, without my eyes giving any hint of my next movement. My right paw then flashes to Eros, and it is likely he will not yet have the ability to dodge my movement, as I attempt to knock him over with the top side of my paw. That is the extent of it though, as my face suddenly turns towards him, my eyes staring straight at him as I drill into his very soul.

"Iuvenis facit infirmi vires intra vos est. Respice in oculis suis, et videbitis me. Nunc nunc quis dolor Cavendum ne quemquam voce lacessas . Cras eris ut ego," (Youth makes you weak, but strength is within you. Look into your own eyes, and you will see me. In the time that is now, you must be smart about who you challenge. In time, you will be such as I,) I state, knowing if my hit lands it will hurt, although not too much. They are my grandchildren, and I expect greatness of them. The pain is to teach, and nothing more. I lift my paw off of the hare, now a bit flatter than before. I do not allow my eyes to leave Eros yet, observing his reaction. I expect a level of unhappiness, but I do not expect him to roll over with tail between his legs. I command respect, and I command that he learn his place- not for that fact that I am a threat, but another my size would devour him whole, and he must know what those my size can do. I flicker my eyes up after a silent moment to the female, one who I will be most interested in. Females are the ones with the true power to create, and it is females who will rise above all. She is quiet, observant in this moments and I do see the eyes of...Heyel within her, the very eyes that Anselm also holds. In time, I will seek to teach the girl alone, but for now, I will learn of them all together.