Rest it was a thing he prized himself with, waiting and stalking had become among his favorite hobbies and yet he was never a lazy wolf entirely. While the spars between his siblings often led to fights for his sister's affection or more so attention perhaps it was silly to outsiders but to wield a possession that could be taken from the other. It was a pleasing thing that chilled and rattled the bones of Apophis in a ragged sense of pleasure. However, he wanted more but perhaps dearest brother would make a fine target indeed. It was almost humorous blood pitted against blood by blood. A vicious cycle but one fueled with pleasure in victory hardly comparable to a small loss. Still, he had an urge to expand this bubbling from within.
He was stirred from his light slumber by the wicked grin of his sister. He was never fond of following his sister or anyone for that matter but he supposed it was all for a greater end game. So he followed her, traversing the sandy beaches his gaze more akin to a white hot fire than the cold icy one his mother often cast at them. He listens as his brother greets them but not without scoffing.
Apophis didn’t have the need to torment his brother with mind games. He had no desire to hide his intentions. Reckless and yet he leaned on the fact the words of youth normally held no value in the ears of the elders. Not just yet at least. It is when Lucille speaks only his glare remains of his previous words until his sister roams to the sea only a side gaze remained cast on a brother he was by nature a creature he didn’t trust. Lucille issued her challenge terms yet would not point out the flaws he saw in the challenge. He would please his dearest sister if he must, anything to turn her back to their brother was a pleasurable thing to him but he did pose this question;