Home. It was an odd word. He had known it since his birth, it seemed. Domum. He even had two words for it. Yet, he had never been given a definition that seemed consistent or permanent. Eloah had challenged it, his sister had, and even his mother had done so too. Each and every wolf seemed to make a new meaning for such a word. He had come to dislike it. The mention of it made his skin prickle, a fleeting sensation that brought his eyes to the milky hue of her own as she uttered such words to his brother. He could almost feel the vehemence when she spoke them, as muffled and quiet as they might have been to him. Mother, father - all these words. Strange words. Hard to understand, he had to admit. Used to. He remembered that. Mother. Father. The words made an ear flicker again. Valuable, he thought. Useful to understand her. He had wanted to do that, at least.

He respected this game was his brother's though. He stayed away, only stepping forward out of curiosity so that he ought to hear them better. His head continued to switch sides with each new fragment of information, occasionally nodding as if to confirm his brother's words - or her own. She asked questions. He liked that about her, he supposed, though he knew it was out of a desire for control. He had come to understand that by the river - she had wanted to domineer him then. Is that what she wanted now?

He eyed Erebos' friend. Then, he eyed Enya with a critical keenness. She'd make a good friend for his brother. At least, if she were dead like his others. In her current state, he was not so sure. Besides, he had yet to decide if he desired her as a friend or not and, if so, if he was willing to share her with the others. He was surprised when his brother had answered her.

His answer is what had summoned him or at least, made him curious enough to approach to a more comfortable distance. Now, he stood but a few lengths from the pair, to the side as he watched them. He stood lazily, his tail flopping in the breeze and eyes drifting between the pair. He watched the way their faces moved; the way Enya's eyes drifted back to the sea; the way her stomach seemed different now. "Why do you not have either?" He questioned her bluntly once his brother had paused. His head straightened, his eyes wide with curiosity. She didn't call packs home. She didn't smell like mother, or like father. She smelt foreign. Did she have anything? He wanted to know. She knew that about them so it was only fair as far as Elohim was concerned.

Cares. The word made an ear flicker as he turned to his brother. He observed him, his head tilted as his eyes narrowed in thought. "Like being near brother, sister," he shrugged, his speech mirroring his brother's simplicity in those moments. After all, it had been more so meant for his brother, such a response. He liked him, after all. He did not wish for him to go away. "But can make home anywhere. Hard word to make sense of. Misused often, sometimes lied about." Again, he shrugged.

Then, he turned back towards Enya. He watched her closely before he spoke, his voice more pointed as he took a step towards her, his head low as he sniffed at her scent again. Something was different. He wondered, briefly, if his brother could sense it too.