It was a truly delicious afternoon.

The sun sat high in the sky, riding the eddying currents with admirable skill, its yellow face down-turned towards the inhabitants of earth as though trying to make up for all the months lost to it during the icy grip of winter. Kairos looked up at the sky and imagined heaven, a place where heat and cold did not exist. Here, she had to traipse the earth with the rest of the mortal ones, experiencing the good and bad that came with life. She sighed past her tongue which hung from her black lips in a steady pant, the occasional splattering of saliva dripping from its end to tarnish the rocks of Susil at her paws, and continued on her way.

Threading like mercury between the boulders while trying her utmost to keep to the shadows, she had almost missed the entrance to Stella's den. The scents of that fateful night had long since faded, to be replaced by the comforting perfume of milk. Wearily, Kairos thrust her muzzle into the welcoming coolness of the earthen maw, sniffing deeply. Her mother's scent was too much a part of the place for the wolf to be able to tell whether she was home or not, but she supposed she could take a risk. It wasn't as though her dam had forbid her from seeing her little brother.

She knew he moved within the dank recesses, his chubby form scuffling his nest. It was sometimes hard to believe that he was the king she had chosen to groom for leadership, this minute voidborn pup, but he was everything her brothers were not. He was perfection, he was whole, and he had stemmed from the same potent mixture of genetics as she herself had. A demigod of sorts, Dirge's future had been planned out for him as soon as he had broken through the birthing sac, and Kairos was impatient to begin.

In a soft, cajoling voice, she whispered into the darkness, “Come brother, it is your older sister calling! How would you like to go exploring?” Although she hadn't met him yet, not really, it was an offer no pup would be able to resist, and her plan to fill him with tales of power, royalty and leadership would more likely embed deeper into his mind if they were accompanied with tactile experiences that daily life brought with it. Her twin eyes of black and blue narrowed as she squinted farther into the shadows, hoping to pick up the blurred motion of a tiny frame gambolling towards her.