Astounding were the ways of body language such that lack of motion often expressed more than activity. Abundant credence was in his stillness even through her murderous teeth were close. She felt the thread of attachment weave into her heart, leaving pricks of warning behind. Should that thread be torn out… Grimoire already knew the pain of such a traumatic experience and the glorious vengeful motivation that followed its wake.

Caught on his words, the ebony and red wolf hovered, her ears soaking in who she was through the eyes of another. Perception was a thing a beauty. Glowing teeth exposed her pleasure. A force - a vessel of the inevitable. There were no greater compliments so perfectly aligned with the Demon Code. Grimoire pressed the tip of her tongue to the center of her son’s forehead as praise for his intellect, stimulation of his third eye, and a seal of her commitment to him. She stepped backwards and turned a quarter, inviting Zharko to her side.

"May it always be so."

The tones rounded with the fullness of a singer’s voice. Grimoire’s pink eyes caught the reflecting lights of the mist, which set them aglow with affection; may she always be beside him so that he may never wilt with lack of purpose. To impart upon him the power which she held was her duty as a mother. Should his mind be flexible enough to understand the will of nature, he need only embrace the teachings. Her tail waved and she inquired of him,

"You have developed intuition beyond that which is common. I have much to teach you… What do you know of the Demon Code?"

She would begin to lead them towards the Aplos Riverside should Zharko not be scared off by the cruel wisdom of demons. His indoctrination as a pupil would begin on the river bank; symbolic of a change in course, though one entirely organized by the construct of earth itself.