He smelt her. Her scent lingered in the snow, musky and foreign to the salt of the sea. He breathed it in with a flick of his ear; she had told him, after all, to find her and yet, she had come to him. He supposed, in a way, that made sense. She had sought control during their encounter and yet, she had never truly gained it. In much the same way, she lingered on the chilled breeze of the ocean. At first, he had elected to ignore it. He supposed his father would be the one to answer it, after all, and he preferred not to interupt those events. It was why he had avoided some of the other more peculiar wolves too - he had no true desire for drama or conflict. To him, it simply wasn't worth the effort when there were so many other things to focus on.

However, another scent seemed to pique his interest; his brother's. As usual, his brother's scent was cloaked by the stench of old, stale death. It made Elohim's nose twitch but, nonetheless, he rose and stretched his dark limbs out in order to follow his brother. He wanted to learn, after all, and who better to learn from then these two? One who desired control and one who had little to desire at all - it intrigued him. Besides, it had been some time since he had seen his brother. He had grown curious about what toy his brother dragged about with him now.

He took no haste in approaching however. Instead, he took his time as he broke the forest line and felt the loam beneath his paws begin to turn to sand. It was then that he saw the dark form of his brother ahead and, so very close to him, the familiar white and russet of the female he had met during his excursion to the river. At the sight of him, his head fell into a lazy tilt, his eyes fixated on the pair.

Unlike his brother however, he did not approach directly. Instead, he arced about so that he might watch the pair from their flanks; he kept several yards away, familiar with the woman's penchance for closeness. For now, he had no intent to intrude - he merely wished to watch. His posture spoke of nothing and neither did his expression; his eyes flickered only with the faintest acknowledgement of the duo as he settled into place. He merely stood watch, though an ear turned to the forest. He figured he ought to keep an ear out, at least, for the approach of his father, though he hoped his brother and his own scent would keep him at bay. At least this way, the games did not have to end so soon.