Zagan stepped into her lair with the familiar brazenness she had come to love, his lilac eyes boring into the black of her own, emotions hidden behind a wall of seriousness. He moved to greet her, bumping his muzzle against her and she licked at his jowls the way she had seen mother do with father, love radiating from her. Her tail ceased its wagging, however, when the lanky frame of Illias blocked out the light at the entrance to her cave. He was tall, possibly even magnificent in his own right, but Kairos saw nothing except his fragility, his mental health flawed just as the milk-givers. He was the weak link in the chain of the Voidborn, and she would not have him passing on his less-than-satisfactory genes to her nieces and nephews.

She smiled at him, noting how he had come as meekly as a lamb to the slaughter, and greeted him with a friendly voice, her intentions hidden, “Hi brother! I found this neat cavern to play in when I was exploring and Zagan said he wished for the three of us to play in it.” Her lie dripped from her lips like honey, with a fluidity that would have made Heyel proud, and she got up, skirting the boundaries of the cave to the entrance. She had always been intimidating to her much gentler sibling, and she expected him to move further into the cave, reaching out for Zagan's comforting embrace and leaving her body blocking the entrance.

Her beautiful voice then escaped her lips once more, twinkling in a way that was truly terrible for the horrors it unveiled, “Unfortunately, I do not want to play with you. I don't play with little birds that squeak and cry, I kill them. You, Illias, are a noisy little bird,” A malicious grin split her dark lips apart, “What do you say, Zagan? Care to hunt with me?” She then dropped low and began to stalk her taller litter-mate, black eyes glittering cruelly in the darkness, the white of her teeth like menacing blades in the half-light. She was not a cruel wolf at heart, but Kairos did not possess the capacity to change her mindset, and her first impression of Illias had been disappointing. Thus, she had possessed a drive to kill him since she first opened her eyes, and she was satisfying that drive at last.

All thoughts left her mind, and she forgot everything except the task at hand, tongue already wet from the imagined taste of Voidborn blood.