For all her knowledge gained through years of watching in a life gone before, Kairos had not seemed to profit from wisdom. Perhaps it was because the blood flowing through her veins was too strong, too potent, and it left her soul forgetful of previous powers in moments when such recollection would matter most. Whatever the reason, however, it saw her taking dangerous risks as though she did not understand the consequences of her actions entirely; her registry of pain and her idea of death as hazy as the mist rising from a waterfall. In these ways she was as unlike Lonhro as the moon from the sun, and yet she too was a descendent of Tobias destined for greater things. What these were no mind could yet comprehend, but time ticked on and the future would one day tell all.

Kairos met the emerald eyes of her cousin, his black ears pricked while she spoke, and yet his words of warning made no further impression on her. She was too transfixed with the behemoth before them, and she was swift to turn her head back to the obsidian shadow large enough to blot out the sun. His perfection stunned her, caused her to long for the life she had once led, caused a small sliver of her to wish she could be sitting on high, where she would pluck the beast from his world and into hers so he could rule at her side. Those dark, swirling eyes gleamed with admiration and longing as she watched the male, until a realisation caused her head to swing back to his son. True, even she could not sway the mammoth to stand with her despite such a momentous age gap, but his spawn could maybe be persuaded, and it was part of the curse passed down to her that she craved pure blood to mix with her own. He growled then, angered by words she had previously uttered, and a shiver rippled through her uniquely patterned pelt at his rage. His savagery was beautiful to her, alluring and captivating as he confirmed with words what his face had already spoken.

Not afraid.

Nothing appealed to the youngster more than a wolf who shared her lack of concern, and it was almost enough to convince her not to approach the demon that still held her in his vicious gaze. Almost. Too soon did Lonhro give up on her, and his childish demeanour lost her attention as swiftly as his adult visage had grabbed it. Ignoring his callous reaction to her looming and greatly exaggerated fate, she approached the older warrior, her behaviour respectful and her scent swamped by her cousin's own. She did not realise the danger she had put herself in, or what may have factored in her coming out of a dire situation unscathed. Instead, she saw only Tobias, smelt only his breath and heard only his frustrated growl as he brought his muzzle in close to breathe her in. She met his eyes dauntlessly and with refreshed yearning, barely flinching as he roared in her face, plastering her red mask to her skin.

Then, as suddenly as he had arrived, Tobias vanished like vapours in the night.

Kairos was left in his wake, feeling both shaken by the confrontation and proud that her paws could have ever designed such a charismatic and deadly character. Only after these feelings had numbed to a bearable level did she turn back to the sulking Lon, her new-found friend, and grin toothily,

“Is that your Tall Protector? He's quite something! Now, do you want to show me how to catch that fast-running thing from earlier?”