Eros has made the decision for them, and she has no qualms about following him out of the shadows. For after he had been born with his siblings, and she had perhaps weaned them off her milk faster than she should have, Achlys had done what she has always done best. Slip into the darkness when no one was looking, to be the watchful eyes in the dark when all other souls were unaware. The depth of the shadows and darkness were her forever company, though with this latest disappearance she had taken her eldest son with her. At first he had merely been doing what he was meant to, following his Mother and life giver and doing what he could to grow and become stronger. But as more and more time passed and the yearning for his siblings grew stronger, those ice blue eyes that matched his Mothers own noticed more and more.. oddities. It was not to say her eldest did not take much after her, but the strangeness of Achlys behaviour was not lost on him. Sometimes she would catch him staring at her with a most perplexed expression, and because social ettiquite is lost to her she would have no words or thoughts to give.

Instead, she would stare back until he looked away or came closer, and in those cases of the latter she would happily show him her treasures. The black and white wolf has always been a collector and lover of dead things, for they are her friends and they are the ones who have always been there with her and for her. Them, and Eden, but she has made sure her Eden has been well and safe high up in the throne as he belongs. While she has given herself entirely and completely to him; whether he still accepts her or not, it has never nor will ever be her place to stand up beside him. She is a dark and silent creature of the shadows, after all, though on this particular day she emerges and she makes herself known. Eros has already gone ahead eager to find some other- and when that stench of that wicked female hit her tender and petite nose, Achlys was already turning the other way. Eros would do just fine on his own, he had always been rather independent when she had needed him to be, and so he is out of mind. What is in mind, however, is Eden and the need for his acceptance and perhaps even those other lives they had created together.

Such is the reason her petite, doll like skull is tossed up to the sky as she lets loose her eerie, haunting call for her Eden and their children alike. Eros would hear as well, and he would come, in his own time, and she knew this because his brothers and sister would be here. The wolf that is friends with the dead may be a creature that does not care for most things, but her blue and red eyes hardly find a thing that goes unnoticed. She sees things that nobody else sees, and she has not a single care to voice such a things. She knows the way her son looks at his siblings, and the way his fur raises when a threat nears or even the idea of one. She knows that he feels and loves in a way she could never fathom and never want to- her obsession with her Eden is something more than enough for her. And she is all too ready to feel the power that oozes from his very pores once more, and the way his simple presence has a way of chaining her physical being to him. Wolves in Moladion speak of imprinting, but that is only because they know only the living and their ways of life and love. If they had spent time with the dead and everything that goes along with it, they would know that there really is such a thing as eternity and eternal bonds that proceed even that hand of fate. Patiently does a black and white face wait for the one she so desires, and all the little ones that come with. She can only hope he will not be too... mad, at her.