Over the last year, short and squat chubby puppy legs have lengthened out considerably, and with large white paws it is obvious Kronos will be a truly magnificent specimen. It could be and probably is thanks to his heritage, pure and simple, from both sire and dam- but unlike most Satanican's and familys of 'royal' blood, the young Prince is hardly concerned with boasting such facts. If a wolf that lays their own eyes upon him does not see it, they certainly do not need his clever words to try and convince them otherwise. A wolf that does not see it is a wolf not to be concerned with, and that was that. Kronos has few games he enjoys half as much as his dam, but her full blown manipulation even has left him wondering at times. Were her own children safe from such antics, or would they too fall prey to her wily ways? He had begun to piece together, little by little, the origin of Seline and Eric meeting and that it had not been entirely favourable in the face of the entire family. It would seem it had been an older sister that brought Eric home one day, a very long time ago, to which Seline took a very keen liking to..

The rest, well, the rest was the fact of his life this day and all the other days. He and his brother existed solely because of Seline's choices, and even though he did not know at times whether to thank or curse her for such things, Kronos knew he owed it to her for his living breath in the first place. Thus, he learned what he could and would from either parent, for as similar as they both are they also have their vast differences. And on this day, the young white and crimson wolf is on the trail of his sire, who has been most diligent in his protection of the pack since the Alpha's apparent departure. While Seline knows her politics and the aspects of leading, Eric has always been the protector that comes in the dead of night, when all common folk are at peace in their beds. On this day, it would seem the white wolf has elected to greet a small family of wolves who have come across the faint border. Kronos nor Eric have any intention of flaunting anything as perhaps Seline would, but as it were the young boy is utterly silent as he makes his way to his Father's side. He still stands considerably shorter than his sire, as well as the wolves they now face- save for the little ones that swarm the Mother, it would seem.

Vivid aquamarine eyes watch the small children for a time, allowing Eric to speak and say what he will, before smoothly adding his own youthful tones before either adult wolves may find their voices. "A pack that was once so full as Diveen is entirely opposite to what we have here in Asteraia." It's more so information offered to the small family than anything else, a test in the waters perhaps, in order for his young mind to gauge their reactions. And without letting too much time pass, and accompanied with the barest tilt of his pristine white skull to the side, his smoothe voice grace the air for them once more. "Tell me, is it family or allies that you seek?" There is his question for them, as Kronos has finally turned his eyes toward the two adults, moving between the two of them at his own leisure and to who may give their voice first. The white male marked in black and red seems young and even in his prime, while the female at his side is old, aged and weak. He is young, but both dam and sire are aged as well, and in their later years they are still great. So, regardless of her weakness, the female still holds potential if only for a little while. And so he will tolerate her and her family, if only to find out what exactly they have to give.