Before any of them can respond or even react to anything, there is movement of another wolf off to the side. This one, however, is obviously not a part of this small family as she keeps her distance- bright aquamarine eyes do not miss the way she watches the old female, though. There is an obsession there, and even when those wicked indigo eyes find his own gaze she hardly warrants reason to look away. In fact, when she flashes him her predatory grin Kronos does nothing to quell the lifting of his thick white tail or the challenge that flashes in his gaze. Much like Seline taunting and goading Eric, so does her son feel such an urge though he by no means acts upon it other than the minute natural reaction. Words of the large male steal his attention away from the feisty young vixen, and almost in disappointment does his gaze leave her most exotic fourm.

The first answer is given pleasantly enough, and makes easy sense to his young mind. Their Alpha has indeed been absent as of late, and their numbers have not risen much since the initial fall of the old rulers. Kronos gives naught in sense of reaction other than a nod, considering these words, before the second answer is given. And this one, however, is not so much pleasant as it is riled with emotion. He finds himself wondering who this older male might believe him to be, or believe him to be affiliated with- it is said the angels are wolves of white pelt with red marks, much as his own heritage. Perhaps the old fool has mistaken him for one of them, in which case he truly has no idea how wrong he could be and is. But these wolves upon their border were seeking entrance, and Kronos is not his dam, thus he has no sassy nor snarky remark for such uneducated others. They will learn, in time, as the whole world will. And regardless of the tone the words are spoken with, there is useful and rather interesting information there.

After sharing a brief glance with his sire beside him, as well as listening to the words then given by the all white wolf, his youthful head is once again given to simple nod. Equally youthful words accompany his gesture just after, for he would not be himself if he was not a learned creature. "We wolves of the fields are not your typical pleasantly social creatures. There is a certain law that we uphold here- that we do not consume the flesh of pack." Here, Kronos is looking pointedly between both the large male and large female, for it was made clear that their tastes are rather similar to the rest of the wolves who call Asteraia home. And just akin to the rest of the field wolves, newcomer or not, they must all abide by the same laws should peace be kept. Eric has already welcomed them into what they may decide to be their new home- though either way it did not truly matter much. They often said strength came in numbers, but if such were the truth than these wolves would not be here today. Diveen would have never fallen as it had and life would have continued on.

But strength does not come from numbers, but rather a cunning mind and fast reflexes. That was true strength, and perhaps in time this latest family of Asteraia would come to know and understand such a thing, if they did not already. Eric has an apparent interest in the whelps that now wander from their Mother, but Kronos has entirely no interest in them. Other than his brother, younger siblings, and some of Jaidah's own children, he has not spent much time with those his age or younger than him. Time that he has spent with just those kind are when Seline might bring a gift of them back to the den, for he and his siblings to play and practice on before the day comes for a real hunt. Even when the young girl goes before his sire in a tiny display of dominance before becoming entirely distracted- even when one of the runts brings it upon himself to make an awful wailing sound, still, Kronos does not even flinch. Instead, his mind returns to the young female, who must have a few years on him due to her size and who is so very different in her colours. A typical Satanican might find her an unsightly thing, but he happens to enjoy the way her exotic colouring is eye catching and how her markings seem to cut through her very pelt.

Even as he continues his silent observation of her, coming off as a rather blatant stare, his thick tail seems to have a mind of its own as it twitches back and forth in a subtle swaying motion. Some part of him urges him to spring forward, to give chase to her only to see what her reaction to it might be. She does not seem the sort of young wolf who would be interested in typical play, but a more animalistic and primal play perhaps could prompt her.. but there was business to be had with her parents, or at least parent, in the mean time. For while her presence is tolerated, Kronos knows the big male does not like or enjoy her closeness to the family. Perhaps a half sister to the young whelps, then, and perhaps a daughter to the old Mother wolf. Such interesting ties and dramas some families seemed to have, as the Satanican's were not the only ones with their secrets and wily ways. This family has thus far shown to be rather useful, at least in terms of entertainment, though who truly knew what the future might have in store for them all.