He'd been left with...well, enough to think about. Eros, of course, was a dominant thought, a looming presence in his mind - really, he wasn't sure if he was truly ready to face the thought let alone the actual wolf himself. He'd seen Eros and Eros had seen him, only Elohim hadn't really seen Eros inside the wolf whose body looked like his. Something about him wasn't right, and it had become a persistent itch that raised its head any time Elohim gave himself a moment to breathe. If he stopped thinking of packs or politics or whatever else, Eros' slinking form would come prowling back out from the recess of his mind. So, he roamed. Elohim had always roamed but now, he really roamed - he scrambled through crevices, climbed the peaks of the crags, found his paws bruised and fur disheveled. There wasn't any real logic to it, of course. What could pointless walking do to chase away something like Eros?

So if walking couldn't do it, he supposed maybe noise could do it. Elohim imagined few wolves were ever thankful for a river full of violent water but there he had found himself, sighing in relief as he sprawled out on a flat rock and stretched his legs. It had been days since he had been off his paws but rather than sleep, he merely stretched out and watched the white water roar over rock and tree alike. It was strangely pleasant to not be able to focus on a singular thought and he allowed his mind to swirl with images of faces and places alike. He found himself deep in a trance of sorts, so deep in fact that he might have believed Yami to be part of it had the young wolf not appeared so...jovial. Though he was in the distance, and the shadows from the west were fast closing in on him, even Elohim could recognize the stark difference in him - he didn't seem to be brooding, and he didn't seem to sparring either. Elohim's ear gave a flick. There was no way he'd be able to imagine the brooding youth in any other way and so, it must have been him in the flesh.

Ah, somewhere in himself, he knew he ought to just let the boy be. But he couldn't help it. He'd already found himself back on his paws and at a slow jog towards Yami, quite clearly curious about what was making the boy seem so...unbothered. Elohim's head seemed to be at a perpetual tilt, a constant state of fascination as he got close enough to finally recognize just how strange it was to see Yami without the same brooding, almost-raging expression from Taviora. He couldn't help but look about them, searching for the something or somebody that had apparently pacified him but ah, there seemed to be nothing. Nothing but a boy, a raging river and now, an intruder. Elohim wondered just how long it would be until Yami's face turned back into something more familiar, a thought that made him grin sheepishly as he slowed to a stop a short distance from him.

"Don't our instincts usually tell us to stay away from these kinds of places, Yami?" Elohim could never help himself. He could, apparently, never start with a simple hello or any of the sort. Instead, it was a question, a raised brow and a glance of fascination towards the river that chewed its way across the land with such fierce intensity.