At times, it is difficult to look at their faces without seeing the hints of the Asteraian wolf within them; the curve of their brow or the colour of their eyes, there is always something that I can simply see. It is one thing to know but another to witness it firsthand and yet, it is pernitent that I simply choose to ignore these things. They are Ehiyeh's children, blood of my blood, kin to many and so, his presence is just that - a ghost, a thing of the past. It is easier to see the better parts of them as they chase along the sand and as they clamber up the rocks of the pool. It is easier to simply view them as children then, as blood and nothing akin to the crimes which brought them here.

It is, at times, Pagan that I watch the most closely. Adonai is very much a child of her mother's and yet, Pagan...is perhaps not. It is why I linger on him closely as they come to water, his quietness well observed as Adonai begins in her excitement. I pay close heed to her words nonetheless, offering the two children a toothed grin as they make their efforts. "They play tricks, these creatures," I begin, inching further into the water with methodical slowness, "for they are never where they appear to be." As I say such a thing, I lift a paw, dangling it above the shallows before I plunge it in; though it might appear to have in the right place, the fish are always but inches away. The water is a trick in their benefit, after all. It is their home and no other knows it quite as well.

There is meaning laced between the words I speak, a meaning they may better understand in time and with age. I have never considered myself a liar, after all - a bender of truth, perhaps, but never do I lie and to them, I shall maintain such a thing. But for now, they do not need to know. For now, they are simply children chasing crabs and fish with amused hopelessness. I cannot help but be entertained by their efforts, sauntering towards Pagan as he claws away at the rock. "Your mother might appreciate one of those," I say with a nod towards the nipper that soon comes out from below, daring us to take the battle to it, "but how do you suppose we might get to it?" I am...trying, I suppose. I wish for these children to grow strong and keen, to not waste away, and so I must...simply try.