Above all else, perhaps Eden saw tenaciousness in the child; even when his limb trembled, he persisted onward and upward. In fact, he wasn't too sure what he had expected of the boy. As it were, he was interested to see the child's limitation; which would fail first? His limb or his drive? It had become a game of sorts to Eden, though he never once allowed such a thing to show. It could not be helped; he'd always had a fascination with weakness and those that could overcome it. After all, one of the wolves of Glorall had been born with useless eyes and yet, he had earned a place as one of Eden's favoured companions. Weakness had to be purged, yes, but weakness could also be overcome. Any wolf who did not see such a thing was blind to the realities of weakness. Weakness could be fleeting. Just as Ava had been taken by a weakness and yet, she had persisted through it. For now, Eden had grown content to give Abel his own opportunity to follow in their mother's footsteps.

Abel, on the other hand, remained oblivious to it all; all he knew is that he had learnt to enjoy this task. It may have appeared boring to any other wolf and yet, he found a quiet joy in his ability to move in such a way. He had become accustomed to his leg's dull ache, his body adjusting to a position more comfortable than before. Slowly, he was beginning to learn how to manage with such a limb better. In fact, he had begun to feel almost a little... proud. Though Eden had not smiled, each time Abel turned his back to him, he liked to imagine that he had; he also liked to imagine his own mother's smile, too. She'd surely be happy when he showed her how good he'd become at getting around! Soon, maybe, he'd be able to hunt with her... or for her. He'd just be able to do something other than be gawked at like some half-chewed dove.

He had taken pause at the dune's peak for a moment when his sister had crept forward; his back was turned to her as he panted slightly, taking some moments to catch his breath. It was then that Eden had been able to turn his attention to the young girl. She had come without a word, desperate to remain silent it seemed as she rose beside him. He watched down at her, curious to see her response. Though he had little interaction with the girl, he had always received the impression that she had taken much of their mother's nature. Still, when she spoke, he could not help but sneer down at her, a canine tooth flashing out from behind his blackened lips. He spoke in Latin, their native tongue, as he lowered his head somewhat to meet hers, drawn closer so that their eyes met. "You could be just a toy to me," he spoke coldly, hardly hesitant to offer the girl the same caustic nation that she had offered their brother, "be weary lest you become broken too."

With that, he swung his head up once more, his eyes returning to Abel as he tumbled down and begun up the incline once more. His eyes shot to Keturah once more, his voice low this time as he addressed her, a hint of curiosity making its way into his voice. "Show me what you think playing with a toy looks like." She had moved to take off after Abel and so, he made no move to disapprove. In fact, it seemed to only force Abel up faster though even Eden noticed his leg tremble more than usual, his chest heaving with more exertion as Keutrah made it to the dune's peak.

When Abel rose to her position, he took no time in flopping down, digging his paws into the sand as he glared up at her. He knew her well. He knew the games she liked to play and so, he'd make sure she could not make him tumble down. Her tones were acidic, forcing his ears back against his skull. However, he did respond, though his voice never held the same confidence as her own.

"Says you," he bit back, snorting in disapproval as he cast a glance back to Eden (who had only moved to be seated now, his head tilted in curiosity as the two interacted) before he shot his sister what he imagined was a poisonous look, "What do you know about moving? You're always hiding in the den!" With that, he lowered himself more, prepared for some kind of reprimand.