Russet dipped toes of paws that are hardly even a quarter grown carry their bearer with a certain peculiar stealth that has been adopted of his own. His precise movements mimic that of his Mother, the only wolf whom he has had much interaction with in the past while, though even that interaction is brief and minimal. The black and white wolf that gave birth to him and his siblings is not exactly a wolf that he believes was ever meant to be a Mother, regardless of the infatuation like obsession she carries for them all. Him in particular though, he knows she is more intent on though he has never been able to figure out why. And her fascination is even more bizzare to him, the way those frozen eyes look at him with almost nothing in them.

In a way, Eros has always felt rather unnerved by the presence of Achlys, and today he has decided that he has had enough of this solitude. Though she is never far behind him, lurking in the shadows, the dark one year old is headed out from the inland of the seaside pack and toward it's shores. Along the way he is slightly surprised to find the ever constant shadow of his Mother is gone. There is silence that hangs in the salt filled air, and dark black matte ears upon his growing head twitch this way and that as he listens and attempts to figure what happend. And then he knows for mingled in that same salty air is a scent he had encountered once before in his very early days before Achlys had taken him away. Easily does his gray tail with its russet kiss at the end arch and lift to be held evenly with his haunches.

The bloody tip twitches with a hint of a wag, for his overly large paws have brought him at last within sight of her magnificence. For in his first encounter with her, he learned of her might and her strength and from listening to Eden's words and even the random misgivings of Achlys he has gathered much knowledge. And unlike his black and white Mother who has no desire to apply intelligence to anything worth her while- or so he has always felt- Eros is all too eager to learn and understand. Perhaps one day he will better understand his dam and her ways and thoughts and feelings, but for now he is a child mind clouded with dark innocence and a morbid curiosity. Because she is in sight of him, he figures he must be in sight of her; and further more she is greather than him for now, and so she must have already known of him from long since before.

These things he puts together as quickly as he can, and before he knows it he has marched right up to her and placed himself almost between her paws. But he knows not to get too terribly close again, and so he is not within striking distance of her swiftly accurate paws. Eros knows how she can move, even if she might look a bit more disheveled than he might have remembered her. Though much time had been spent alone and in the quiet with nothing but himself and the phantom that is Achlys, the common tongue and otherwise had never yet been lost on him, and when he speaks his voice is a bit deeper than one would expect from one his age. This is thanks to a rather deep chest that will one day suit the rest of his body once he has grown into it all. "Ava, you are my Avia- am I wrong?" His voice he had perhaps held onto, but social structure and ettiquite he had not bothered with.

It was all very trivial to him, besides, particularly when there were much more important matters to discuss. Such as the question that is tumbling unstoppable from his dark and parted lips, at the same moment his child skull is tilting to the side. "I am part of your greatness- and your greatness is part of me." It was not, however, spoken like a question but more so a statement. Glacial blue eyes with the radiant copper that mirrors Ava's own gaze up at her with a certain look of seeking approval- though it hardly begs. It merely seeks to find what it wants there, and as such the boy is firmly planted before her and making it well known he will not be budging. At least not until she gives him some time to figure out and learn what he could and what she may allow.