Sire and dam, brothers and sisters- all of the Satanican's were still in Asteraia beside one. It was he alone out of the five of them that traveled with Jaidah and her small cohort of wolves, those loyal to her. The youngest of them had been made to stay in the den, and Kronos was certainly more than alright with that seeing as they would not be his responsibility. Family was just about as important as loyalty- while they held some amount of value, he was truly Seline's son as the majority of his loyalty belonged only to himself. But the white and russet boy was but a year old, half the size of what he will one day be, and with time came greatness and he had all the patience for that. With time also came experience, such as this encounter today where the wolves that had been of Asteraia come to the land of Diveen, seeking a place for now to rest and be at ease.

It doesn't take long for Jaidah to call to the leader of this place, and while they waited Kronos was more than glad to keep his silence and let his bright aquamarine gaze wander. Much similar to the friend of his Mother's, his thoughts were on the similarities between here and there. Diveen's plateau's were wide open and expansive, while there were cliffs and rocky walls akin to the hills. Except where there is grass upon the hills, here there is red dirt upon the stone. It is an interesting thing, and already his sharp and clever eyes see the red bits of tell tale red clay upon his white paws. He does not particularly disdain it, as the colour is reminiscent of the bloody markings upon his chest and sides. It would go paw in paw, in a way, even if the colours weren't the exact same shades. Their small company isn't kept waiting long- as two Diveen wolfs see fit to find them.

The first to come is a rather tall male, and he is the wolf whose scent marks Diveen as his very own. His eyes are rather dark and liquid looking, and they hold something to them that Kronos would call rather reserved. Or so at least that's how it felt to the yearling Satanican boy, as he stood slightly behind both Jaidah and Lacuna; the latter of the pair circling around Jaidah's snowy white fourm as the wolf drew closer still. It was a rather protective gesture, and he found himself wondering at it, but not for long as the leader of Diveen named himself Covet and the packs Rex. He then asked who Jaidah's and hers might be, and while he would wait those few seconds for the purely white wolf to speak, he would not hold his tongue long. After it was appropriate for him to do so, his large paws brought him to step forward beside both Jaidah and Lacuna, his aquamarine eyes watching the darkness of this Covet's as his youthful voice was offered forth. "Kronos, I am." And here, he does not waste a single beat.

"Covet Rex of Diveen- how is it that you feel about vampires and cannibals?" Perhaps the son of Seline is too forward in his nature, perhaps he is too honest here- but he is not one for games or for pretend. If parts of his family were not welcome in Diveen, even if Jaidah remained; he would have his say in the matter. Maybe if Kronos was older, he would have rather left the words and the speaking between the other wolves. But his mind is that of a bright, fresh and eager child who is more than ready to take on the world. In Asteraia, the future was everything, and in Diveen it would be no different. All great things were built from the ground up, and every wolf had to begin somewhere. While he awaits his answer, the second wolf of Diveen turns up, and this one is very slightly older than himself but not by much. They are both but a year old, the other born in earlier Spring than he but that did not matter. Kronos is slightly taller than him, watching his silver white frame in silence as he comes to speak and offer services in a.. most interesting manner.

This one- he's amusing, and there is a rather blatantly amused grin spreading across Kronos handsome muzzle in reaction. A chuckle threatens to drip past his lips even, but he refrains if only out of the common courtesy for such basic social interaction. It is not often others liked to be laughed at, or so they make it out to be, thus a half amused grin is all that's given as the Satanican son waits for how this meeting may come to be.