If he hadn't felt such a responsibility to Glorall, he thought, he'd likely find himself in Iromar. The thought had been sudden, intrusive almost, a realization he hadn't expected to come to so easily or so soon. Yet, he recognised the truth in it. Avery had so far proven herself to be a capable leader, and on a personal level, she had proven herself to be more than excellent company. She'd be a good queen to follow, though he did acknowledge that he couldn't speak directly about her appointed Chief or the other wolves of the pack. He had known the wolves before her time (had even been related to them at times), but he knew only she and the young wolf, Ruby. Perhaps, he thought, he'd indulge himself more often and get to know the others too.
With the Chief in mind, Avery spoke of him then. He could not help but laugh at her comments, quickly gathering his own image of him within his mind. An Angel, by blood at least, with their typical arrogance and fighting prowess - he was a little surprised, he had to admit. He raised a brow, unashamed to show it too. Of all the 'types' in the world, he had not expected a wolf like Avery to prefer arrogant. "Well, you know enough of my father, I'm sure. Though, he has always said my siblings and I are more like our mother. She was from a union between what they called an Angel and Demon, too," he said with a small shrug, feeling suddenly beneath the eyes of many after having confessed anything relating to Achlys. She was, in a sense, his own taboo. It felt wrong to speak of her, and even more wrong to let himself think of Eros...or, at least, the wolf who had once been Eros.
He shifted, subtly trying to rid himself of the uncomfortable feeling that speaking of them had caused. Politics, and the world around them, felt much more comfotable to discuss. He'd rather dissect small-talk and the future than dissect the thoughts surrounding his own kin.
Though they'd never met, Elohim was thankful for Apollyon. The boy had already proven as a fantastic way of changing topics, and thinking about teaching him was a fast way to alleviate the residual strangeness Elohim had felt with Achlys in his mind. In fact, the change was palpible, visible in his face as he steered conversation back onto treaties, training and all those worrisome things. He grinned more readily, and quickly settled back into a more comfortable position as he considered Avery's warning with a teasing grin.
"If its role models you're looking for, perhaps I can bring you some of the names I learn from the other packs too," he said with a smirk. It wasn't such a bad idea, was it? If the alphas of Moladion had their own minds decided on what good a good leader looked like, shouldn't they allow them each to mingle? What better way to cultivate a new crop of kings and queens than to let them guide one another?
She raised a good point though, and he acknowledged it with a small tilt of his head as he paused for a moment to consider it. He nodded, resigned to the fact that she could be correct. If he knew he might seek leadership, he might very well establish them as such if only to see whether his own children would feel slighted and rise up against them. If his children won, then he'd have his way, and if they did not, then he'd been certain to establish a leader that would work regardless. No matter how Elohim looked at it, Eden had surely designed some plan to ensure his successor was completely to his liking. He inhaled sharply and shook his head, impressed by just how far his father could go - at least, in theory - to get his way.
He quickly understood what had inspired Avery's thoughts on the matter. He peered up at her, thoroughly amused and impressed by her own idea of just that - having her children fight for it among themselves. At least, he thought, it didn't seem wholly malicious. In fact, it seemed like possibly one of the more fair methods he'd heard of being used, particularly when she spoke of involving pack-members and not simply those born to the higher ranks.
"It certainly sounds more fair than harvesting names from afar and making a personal decision," he said with a small wink, more than happy to tease his father from afar. "Do you think your children, or the pack's children, would resist holding grudges if they were to lose? Would they respect that power won through sparring is just as valid as that won through trickery or flattery?" He tilted his head, honestly curious about the answer. He wasn't sure himself - many packs had been won through other means, and he wondered if blood was as respected, as revered, as it had once been. "Perhaps you might consider them proving themselves by additional means alongside their victory in the spars. Endorsements, perhaps, from other pack-mates or packs alike. They must be able to fight for the pack, but also speak for the pack." That, he thought, would help ensure a bully - for lack of a better word - did not somehow find themselves on top of the ladder. It was one thing to be stronger and faster than another wolf, and another thing to be all that and worthy of respect from others.