It is rather disappointing, to say the very least, that Asteraia will no longer be 'home.' Seline had often enjoyed her two dens so far from one another, as well as the wide open expanse of the hills and meadows. It was easy to slip away in plain sight here, and the time here had been well spent. Kronos and Cuirass had grown significantly, and were well on their way, while the three littlest ones were progressing in their own right. All five of them were independent from the very start, and it only grew stronger as time passed for them all. The Satanican Queen would not be very surprised at all if a son chose to stay here, in these lands they had been in, and she would not hold it against him. So long as he did his training, one day to earn the marks on his chest all of his heritage had. They were the last of them, but it was hardly spoken of, for it hardly mattered. They were alive and others were not, and that was the simple way of life.

Pristine and perfect white paws are silent as she travels, alone, for her youngest children have been barred home with the one called Everlast. If any of them were to slip from her presence, there would surely be consequences to pay. But of course her sweet little bird already knew that, she did, and would do well to keep in mind her manners. Kronos is not with her, and while she does not know exactly where he is she has a good general idea. He often liked to be ahead of others, it would seem; in one way or another. There were times Seline would watch her son, and see both the vast similarities as well as the differences. For they were all there, as Eric was portrayed as well. Each Satanican child had their own way, and in a Mother's manner and her own way, did she care for them all. It was perhaps a further reason for their leaving, as the infamous Black Prince was not rumored to hold much tolerance for those weaker, and smaller, than him.

His dominance and assertion of said dominance were legendary, and the blood and snow Queen was rather prepared for it. She was not one to back down, nor was her consort she was now nearing, and with him came four others she was freshly meeting the acquaintance of. She slips among them like a phantom ghost, silent and ethereal in her manner besides her seasoned age. It was but a number, after all, as Seline was convinced she was sharper than ever. Venomous green yellow eyes are eager to take in the four unknown fourms, and are first drawn to the darkest of the creatures. With his pitch black pelt, reptilian green eyes, and dominance simply rolling off his shoulders, he can be none other than Tobias. He stands beside a dark female, one only slightly shorter than he but decorated with her own marks and scars. It tells stories to the blood and snow wolf, and she finds herself interested in these wolves regardless of where she will take herself and her brood. There is another as well, one white and red and black, so different from the other two but all the same as well.

She looks then to the chocolate and sand figure, the one who both looks and smells nervous and though she has never met him, Seline recognizes him as the boy Galileo. Jaidah had spoken of him perhaps once or twice in their time together, though as quickly as she looks at him she looks onward then to Eric and her son. Cuirass is not yet close to his greatness, but Seline knows in the years to come he will be, and that he resembles his eldest half brother greatly. Both in colour and in his stature, and admiration gleams briefly in her toxic gaze upon him. At last, attention is given to Eric, upon which her eyes light with a fire only for him. She is quick to be close to him, sliding first her slender body down along his side his own in possession before pivoting and moving to sit beside him, opposite to Cuirass. She knows of the dominance that lingers here, and that makes itself present and known, and yet perhaps the Satanican Queen does not yet know the extent of it.

All things in life are learned, after all, and while her family had decided to speak and voice their words to the wolves present here, Seline had kept her silence stretching out. She was both comfortable and content to merely observe and watch, deadly and sickly green yellow eyes roaming between the trio that kept most of her interest. She knows close to nothing about these wolves- Eric had always been the one to enjoy the whispers, while Seline enjoyed doing the whispering herself. She had a honey slicked tongue that hid razors beneath it, but today was not a day she felt like offering it freely just yet.