Balor was bored. Well, almost. The days were quiet and hot. Summer definitely liked to let its heat cling to his dark coat. He grumbled to himself. It had been months, but his thoughts often drifted to the strange male who had approach him and Menkhet. Who was he really? There was the claim that he was Balor's father. It was possible, he noted, given similar builds and features, even vaguely similar markings, albeit different colors. It was practically infuriating. Three years of nothing, and now he shows up? He grumbled to himself about it before a barrage of smells brought him back into the present.

A large gathering to enjoy the coolness of the river. His marbled black and teal eyes drifted across those present. No one of note... Until his gaze lingered on Kaliban. They were not enemies, hardly. There was quite the possibility of differences between them, but there was still respect held for the prince of Asteraia. It was home, after all. His tail swayed ever so slightly as he chose to practically invade his pack-mate's space. "Why don't you go talk to one of them?" he suggested. He had seen the look on Kaliban's face. Of course, which one, Balor wouldn't even begin to fathom. Yet, he couldn't help but try to give him a nudge and gesture towards the ones situated most comfortably in the water beneath the shade of the tree.

Of course, there were others to observe, but none of them seemed quite so fascinating to Balor at the time. Still, if Kaliban took the hint, maybe he would try to mingle. Maybe.