A single, snorting chuckle was all Yami gave as Elohim told of his plans. He felt himself feeling a sort of kinship to this dark stranger. He had only been told what Idrisa and Aspis had done to their father and yet he was ready to punish them for their disrespect. Yami was prepared to do much more than that. Already he could feel his blood rising as the images of him fighting Aspis came to his mind. Taking a deep breath, he pushed the fantasy away as he returned his attention to the older males. Halcyon, for his part, said nothing. His ears twitched with mild aggression at the idea of someone harming his cubs, but the moment passed before anything more could come of it. They may be his children, but they were no longer kids. They would have to face the consequences of their actions sooner or later. "Thank you, Elohim," he said with the smallest of smiles.

At the word 'vagabond', the dark boy felt his ears perk up. So, Elohim was as much of a roamer as he was a pack wolf. Interesting. He couldn't help but wonder what such a life would be like. After all, a vagabond's life was imbedded deep in his veins thanks to his late grandfather. How nice would it be to see the world and yet have a place to return to when your paws grew weary. A voice cut through his thoughts and he realized Halcyon was responding to a question. He must have drifted off because the conversation had changed topics.

"In a way, yes, you could say it's tradition. See, my father was a skilled warrior and he taught me a little of his battle style before his death. I was showing Yami, but he's almost grown too big to be able to use most of what I've taught him," Halcyon said, tilting his head towards the bigger wolf. Yami rolled his eyes. He was not getting to big for anything. It was strange, however, that Elohim had never had proper training in the ways of combat. "Is it uncommon in your family to learn how to fight? I feel that every wolf should know at least the basics of battle in order to defend against any who would harm the ones they love," Yami said with a tilt of his head.

The russet wolf beamed with pride at his offspring. It was uncanny how much of Iblis he saw in the boy. He often toyed with the idea that his sire had been reborn in his grandson, but such an idea was silly. Yami stood and gave Elohim a smirk. "Would you like me to show you some techniques? You never know, it might come in handy one day." Perhaps it was the idea of being able to spar with someone other than his father that spurred the boy to make such a strange request.