I like this sibling. That much I have deduced from this time together. She is bright and curious, cunning with her words and all while retaining our mother's confidence. Perhaps she is the strongest from the litter, most interested in not only surviving but thriving. Sure, her brother Abel does much to prove otherwise and Keturah is a fierce thing and yet, their minds do not seem as prying, as hungry for knowledge. They will have their purpose but, for now at least, it is Eve's purpose that I find myself most readily invested in.

I grin down at her words, amused by her sentiment and so very aware of that sickening youthfulness. She will go places if she can hone these skills. "Then you ought to begin becoming memorable now, child," I merely reply, my own voice mimicking the sweet venom of implication. Perhaps I should reach down and scruff her, dig my teeth into her flesh to teach her some respect and yet, there must always be one. My mother does not bring children into this world without purpose. If I cannot discover the purpose of these children through her then I ought to do it through them; Eve is already giving me a glimpse of our mother's intentions, deliberate or not. Another child has been born of her with blood hot and eager to take a stand agains the complacency of this place. Why should I stop that?

When she snaps, her youth shines like the sun. I take the opportunity to reach down and snap my teeth, a warning of sorts for her to contain herself; she will grow to thank me for it in due time. For now, I keep my head level to her, my lip pulled up in a warning grimace before I address her. "Then perhaps I ought to rename this place Eve and so, you will be forgotten in a single season, a wolf seen as nothing more than a girl named after the borders I made," it is an empty threat, and I speak it lightly, giving her the same immaturity she has just given me. Besides... I should be allowed to amuse myself.

It is her next question that turns my eyes back towards the lands beyond, my eyes rolling slightly as I think of the lands beyond the furtherest reaches of Moladion. I do not need to ponder it long before I respond with a flick of my tail - "I will tell you what kind of wolves live in the lands beyond Moladion," I begin, settling into myself once more. "Queens and kings rise and then they fall. What do you suppose they do after? They run. They run into the lands beyond. A child is born and fails to thrive; weak, sickly, without purpose. It, too, runs into the lands beyond." I think of the wolves who have come and gone, here for a season and then gone into the great lands beyond. They come and go, and perhaps some return stronger and yet, I can only assume it is because they remove the weakness that plagues it otherwise. Perhaps that answer will satisfy her and yet, I have a feeling she may not be pleased with it. Nonetheless, I rest my case for the time being, falling into a momentarily silence before I query her once again, my eyes roaming the peaks and skyline beyond. "And what will you do once you own it all?"