Hook, line, and sinker. Mirth finally gets the better of me, and I laugh, letting it be known that perhaps my composure isn't as tight as those that came before us. Seline had told me well tales of Saladin, my Grandfather, and his tendencies for seriousness. But the sound of my laugh isn't really joyful, but rather simple and unadulterated, plain amusement having been the source. And this brother of mine hasn't even yet taken the bait, not truly.

For Cuirass has merely given me a retort about my first jest, commenting on his flavour and this time it's my turn to raise a brow. Come now, even within family it was never nice to taunt a vampire. Though in that case, some could call me a hypocrite for taunting my brother in the first place but we seemed to be similar in that aspect. What was life if not filled with a bit of fun and chaos? I spy the flash in his eyes before he asks his question, quick as lightening. And at last he has taken the hook in his jaw. "You'd like to know, big brother, wouldn't you?" My tones are merely teasing, in a friendly manner, and the expression I wear shows that I jest. However, as I am about to give my answer there is suddenly another right there between us and I give a silent curse for not having been aware of her in the first place. Snowy white hackles lift in all their thick and wild glory, and though instinct urges me to bare my teeth and make the taller female back down, I am a smart Satanican. I don't bother to relax my stance, for I tensed up the moment she came upon us, but I do lower my tail to a submissive posture in the dead give away that I am no threat to her.

My eyes of green moss, however, do not look away from her bright and almost slightly crazed gaze. I do not know what it is that I am seeing there, a wild emotion perhaps, and if I knew her better it would be marked for agitation. But as it were, I do not know the stranger in front of me, but questions are soon enough answered as my brother gives introductions. The she wolf has no name but for Alpha, and it will do for she is the Queen of the plains. I do not bow to any wolf, however, so my tail is the only indication that I accept her claim of possesion. I watch her, closely, this wolf that almost seems to be on the verge of feral, as I backtrack and answer Cuirass' question with ease. "Kronos has returned with me, though why he went to the caves and their tunnels I can only guess." Truly, Kronos had always been a mystery to me. We had spent enough time together, but he had always been one to keep to himself. And it suited me mostly fine, but I never felt that he particularly had a good view when it came to me. Those blue eyes of his held a coldness to him that I found unsettling when it came time for him to look at me. I knew how he was with others of our kind, but I was his brother and something told me we shared no Satanican bond.

I do not offer words to this Alpha of my brothers, I never take my eyes off her for a moment as I wait for her to do something. Speak, move on me, move away, whatever it was she may do I would be ready for it. Beneath my pristine blood and snow pelt I am finely chiseled and as lean as one of my blood can be. Thanks to Eric, my face is long and suiting of my personality. An impish grin fits well on my features, and though it creeps on my face as I'm still looking to the Alpha, the amused smile is meant for my brother. I wonder if the she wolf will know that?