She couldn't help but roll her eyes at Apollyon's attitude as he faced down the rat. He really did have a big head for such a young child but he was every bit Arkane's son in her opinion. Undyne and Azariah always reminded Avery more of herself. Undyne was a warrior through and through. She still was and Avery couldn't be more proud. Azariah was a bit more like Arkane in that she was more passive and didn't like to get dirty but she had made herself a leader anyway and that took courage. These three couldn't be more different. Ontari was witty and silver tongued. Raz was a brawler, very confrontational. Then you had Apollyon, who already believed himself to be king of the world and hated the idea of getting mud in his fur. With each day, they did something new and unexpected.

As Apollyon made his way over, she listened as he spoke to the younger female and snorted softly as he called his name powerful. Her tail gave a thump on the ground of amusement even as her brow lifted. But the girl didn't seem impressed. Avery did notice that one of her eyes didn't seem to focus like the other and she had to wonder at disabilities or malformations. Of course, it wouldn't matter either way. To her, each and every child was perfect in their own way and she would treat them all accordingly. She took it all in and kept her face neutral, not giving anything away. Of course, she couldn't count on the same stoicism from her youngest child. She glared and nudged him harshly with her nose at his words, even daring to nip at his fur cause she knew it was his weakness.

He gave the expected yelp and tucked his tail to protect his precious flank fur even as he backed away from the female and gave his mom the "innocent" look. She knew better, giving him another snort. "Watch your manners." She scolded before offering the girl another warm smile. When she sneezed, Avery only chuckled, her eyes sparkling in adoration of the sound. Anything a pup did or said was pretty much adorable to her. Of course, Apollyon's reaction only made her chuckle that much more. The girl seemed intent on taking in everything about them. Avery watched patiently as she looked her over then Apollyon, seemingly taking in everything about them head to tail. She seemed very observant. Avery could practically see the wheels spinning in her head so she gave the girl plenty of time to process, not wanting to rush her. Apollyon wasn't so patient though. She scowled again, this time only having to give him a glare before he responded by tucking his tail and ducking his head, offering a sheepish apology though she knew it was only for his own fur's benefit instead of anything genuine.

Alas, she'd take what she could get. When Avery asked after the girl's own name, she felt something shift in her, watching as the girl mentally withdrew from them. Her brows furrowed thoughtfully but she gave the girl time before she answered, saying none. Avery tilted her head at that, thinking for a minute before the girl asked a question. Avery smiled in encouragement. "Well, they all mean something different depending on who you ask. A name is what you make it, and only your definition for it matters, no one else's. Your parents usually give you a name, its meaning something they see in you from the moment you're born. But as you grow and change, your name becomes something even more special. It becomes your legacy, who you're known as and what you're known for.

"I couldn't tell you why my mother named me Avery, but I know since that I've worked to make it the name of a warrior and a mother, a defender of the weak and a leader to those who chose." Her gaze slid to Apollyon with a heartfelt smile. "Apollyon means 'the Destroyer' and somehow, I just felt that suited my son very well. Not that he'll be evil, mind you, but that he'll destroy those things that need to be destroyed in this world, like doubt and fear. I know as he ages, he'll make the name mean something else and that's alright. As for your mother's name, I think you'll have to ask her the meaning. For me, I can say it means a fire of hope that her voices can help guide Iromar to something brighter and better." She hoped that would help the female, her gaze trying to read that of the younger wolf, wanting to guide her in whatever way she could.