Perhaps, in time, Kairos would have developed the senses to tell that another wolf was stalking her, despite the warm reek of the cavern that undulated towards her and filled her nostrils. For the moment, though, her puppy brain was only capable of focusing on one happening at a time, and the noise and odour of the bats filled every facet of her impressionable mind until she thought she would explode from all the input. Only after the noisy creatures had filtered out of their home and she had swallowed the very last, bloodied tatter of leathery flesh did she look up, finally regaining a sense of the reality around her, however warped it seemed to be now that she had traversed underground for the very first time.

A sudden and unexpected whine came out of the darkness to assault the young girl's ears, echoing and loud even though the initial ripple of sound may have been little more than a squeak. Curious, Kairos turned to head to scour the darkness, her face glittering auburn with the light cast on it by the blue of her eyes. Out of the ebony night came a wolf largely her age and size, his childish features reminding her a little of the young wolf she had met in Asteraia, and yet he was not so much the same. Even in such bad lighting she could tell that he was not pure black, and the redness of his gaze rivalled even hers in brightness and clarity. She cocked her head to one side, intrigued by his presence, and found that he had mirrored her stance perfectly, paused a few lengths from her as if he was afraid to approach. She had never considered herself intimidating before, but she took to the impression like an otter to the sea, and she gave one indulging nod of her head.

The stranger still stood as if frozen, and Kairos launched herself at him without warning, probably body-slamming into him and perhaps even bowling him over with her weight. If she managed, she would place one paw on his throat and lower her nose to his, holding him there with her haunting gaze before speaking, “You're not like Illias, are you? If you are, I'm going to have to make you stop screaming like I made that little, feathered thing quiet, forever.” Without waiting for a reply, she moved to take an ear between her needle-teeth before biting down, her motions executed in play but without the tempered gentleness that pups of her age would usually display when playing with one another. The little white wolf was truly an enigma, even to herself but then, what else could be expected when such potent blood was mixed?

Stella and Elijah had played with fire when they had decided to mate and, because of their impetuousness, the whole of Moladion was about to get burnt.