Kairos was confused. Although she had never seen much of birthing, she was quite certain that what was unfolding inside the heart of the den was abnormal. Her brother continued to suckle at the teats of his dark-furred dam, her little prince filling his mouth with life. She had quite forgotten that pups were born with sealed ears as well as eyes, and so she still felt unusually pleased with herself for having whined at him before her mother could. Hopefully, he would imprint on her and not their dam. It was a naïve thought, and would have reminded any who were privy to it that, although she was a self-proclaimed goddess, she was also a youth and understood little of the workings of the world, for all her many other skills. Stella, however, was behaving less than normally. Every now and then she would speak or cry out, words that meant little to the tri-hued lady, and she could merely watch, disgruntled, a the usually strong and silent pillar she was used to crumbled into craziness tainted with the scent of blood.

Naturally, the commotion alerted tall protector, and he growled commandingly so that Kairos moved from his path, although she was quick to block the entrance with her body after he had moved towards the prone form of his mate. Kairos cocked her head as the male muttered her mother's name, surprised at the taint of worry in his voice. She had always known her father to be a distant and he didn't, as a rule, show much in the way of affection towards any of them. The young female took a tentative step into the darkness, quietly approaching the scene but still retaining a safe distance from the trio that huddled against the farthest wall. They didn't seem to notice her entry, although Stella's blood-curdling yell sent her racing back to the entrance, breath coming in rapid huffs, expecting one or both of her parents to be hot on her tail. However, a cursory glance behind her told her the shout was not directed at her, for the black female stood shaking and muttering in the darkness, eyes glazed with the light of fever.

Hesitantly, the white female turned back, her expression as puzzled as ever. She was in time to see her mother's eyes grow light once more, to hear her mutter 'sorry' like a mantra. Kairos did not understand why Stella would be apologising, but something in her decided to take that apology personally. Forgiveness did not come right away, however, but she managed a little nod at the wolf, as though letting go the grudge she held against the woman for leaving Illias alive to spoil their otherwise perfect bloodline. Her eyes then roamed back to the form of her brother, committing him to memory.