I have always held my ground well, my parents having been useful for something in regards to teaching me so, and so it is no surprise that the Alpha does not attack me. I never thought that she would, truthfully, but one could never be too careful. Satanicans are powerful creatures after all and only an idiot would relax around our kind. I continue to watch her even as she walks away, after offering what felt like disinterested words. But perhaps what I took for disinterest was simply the way that she was, so direct and so similar to Kronos that the words almost lose their meaning. Almost. But the obvious welcome is more than enough for me, and I give the barest hint of a nod in her general direction upon her departure. She probably can't even see me at this point, but it really doesn't matter to me presently.

I have better things to focus on, for my sharp eyes did not miss the way the Alpha slithered herself against this brother of mine. I size up my him up, then, my playful tones hinting at something perhaps a bit dark. "Looks like you know the Alpha rather well, brother." The smirk that accompanies my voice is full of amusement. I could tell Cuirass felt important from the attention of the female wolf, and no doubt from whatever status he had managed to gain for himself. It was enough for me to raise a brow at him and keep the amused smirk on my handsomely elongated features. Whatever suited him best was just fine for him- we all had our vices and drugs of choice. He is curious as he asks me of my plans and what I'm going to do. Oh big brother, how invested in me you are. "The lands seem more quiet than the last time I've been here. I think I'd like to liven them up." There's a daring glint in my moss green eyes then, and the fire blazes when suddenly I find myself glancing away from him and to a wolf that made me catch my breath.

How could I have forgotten that face. For while my brothers were main influences in my time spent with them, and Mother had taught me everything she had known; I had been one of three of the last brood by the Satanican Queen. As it was, Satanicans were always born in pairs. To have otherwise was unheard of, and thus when I had been born after my two older sisters it had been taken by my dam as an omen. Though Seline had also chosen the middle child of us, Melisandre, as her favourite. It's not to say she was wrong in her choice, but the words that my dear sister offers up to me has me cocking my elegant skull ever so slightly in curiosity. Dead litter mates? So the Satanican sister with the bloody crown our Mother had so adored was no more? How very, very interesting.

She says she is glad to see me, however, before shooting some sort of remark toward our elder brother. Before it is I'm given to respond to my siblings again, my white paws are bringing me toward them, for both the sake of our simple interaction and to be closer to her. For while there had been three of us, there had been two of us that were meant to be true Satanican siblings all along. Melisandre was nothing, now, particularly in the wake of her demise but the pink and white wolf before me was everything. I know the bond that Kronos and Cuirass share, just as I know the bond that Seline had shared with Valiant. Two Satanican brothers were one thing, as were two Satanican sisters. But a Satanican brother with a Satanican sister were another thing entirely. My bright sage green eyes watch her hungrily in these moments but I am not over eager, I won't overstep any boundary that may be in place due to my absence. But I do not hide how pleased I am for her to finally arrive, even if she is late, for I would not have it any other way.

The three remaining Satanicans, for Kronos is an after thought at this time, for me, stand proudly upon soil we were born to. For in my further approach of my siblings, at at the ever kind words of the Alpha, I make myself guest in my birth land, for now content with what I have achieved this day. And yet, there is still much time for further conquests to be had. I glance briefly at Curiass for if he has more words for me but truly it's obvious my attention is enraptured by the beauty that is my sister. My tail flicks behind me not in teasing this time but simple delight; for while Seline was not want to look upon the strawberry markings of her last living daughter, I am the entire opposite. I find her pink to be utterly pleasing in contrast with our stark red, and though I wear my badge proudly I am all the more impressed with the intricate paintings of my dear sister. The fur she possess, though marred with obvious scars and now upon my closer inspection, wounds more fresh and recent, looks so soft and plush to the touch that I want to reach out to her and touch her. And the discovery of old wounds enrage me in a way that a scar does not- the culprit of those healed wounds may still well be present in the land of Moladion, and the thought of sinking my fangs into them was a little more than pleasing.

"I return to ensure the upkeep of our blood, and to keep my older siblings in check." While it was all meant in simple jest, and I'm looking at Curiass as I first speak, I am then turning purposefully slow toward Kattari. I do not yet know her as such, but instead of wondering about her name I am wondering if she would catch the tones in the first part of my statement. For while the retort had been simple, there was much hidden within it, and though I do not know her lifestyle as of yet I am wagering that perhaps she walks the line of darkness like all Satanicans. I only wonder how close to dancing with the devil she's truly been.