His ears perk to her call and silence of the evening settles once again. He was almost too eager to venture outside of the pack again but he knew this would be different from the place he wished to go. He sighed but headed towards the origin of his mothers call almost mechanically and with little thought to his actions. His ears flicked and he moved his paws quickly avoiding the nip of teeth. His white hot gaze refrained as Lucille brushed against his side leaving him just to keep his pace. Apophis thought deeply for a moment at her question and sighed. “Mother is not one to tell her secrets, why start questioning it now?” honestly now that he thought about it, he couldn’t really help the curiosity gnawing at him. Why was their very secretive mother calling them to her? Maybe it was the lack of their brother's presence although he was almost certain it was more.

White hot eyes focus on the pair, their mother, and the stranger and yet it is a familiarity with him all the same. It didn’t take long for him to understand. Lucille made her approach first and he growled softly at her to call her back and watched ever so frustrated with her display. The silence was painful; their mother nipped Lucille in return but an energy and brooding of a soft growl rippled through the air, with almost a look of disapproval from the opal-eyed female. He loped closer before dipping his head to their mother and ignoring the others waiting to hear what their mother called them for almost resenting the fact Negan didn’t make his presence known and he had to deal with them by himself.