What had she been through? It was funny, right? It seemed like the distant past that a version of Elohim existed who wouldn't have even considered the idea that she had been through anything at all - or rather, that version wouldn't have cared. But things had changed (for better or worse, he wasn't always sure) and now he couldn't help but wonder what had happened throughout her life to give her such a...no, bleak wasn't quite the right word. No, rather, Kamala gave off the impression of being totally resigned to her fate - a fighter who had given up fighting. Elohim couldn't help but wonder what could make a wolf with such fiery blood give up fighting. Even Ehiyeh had kept fighting and her blood had never been anything more than tepid at best. He had the familiar urge to try to reignite whatever fire had once been inside his sister. Elohim couldn't help it. Somehow, he'd become the kind of wolf who poked and nipped at the heels of others until they got moving again. Elohim, the Herder of Burnt-Out Souls.

Kamala had a way with silences. She made the silence deep and consuming, so much so that Elohim wondered if she was the very reason the birds had stopped crying out in the trees. What lived in those silences? He couldn't help but smirk, truly amused, when she seemed to confess something that really didn't need confessing - she wasn't social. It had taken Elohim mere seconds to realize that but it hadn't deterred him then and it wouldn't deter him even with her admitting it. He shrugged, an exaggerated roll of his shoulders before he slowly stretched out until his stomach touched the ground. Truly relaxed because why not? They didn't have to be social. Elohim just wanted to know about his sister and even if she didn't talk, that in itself was still a lesson.

"Don't worry, there's no need to pretend around me. Social or not, I've never minded. Some months, I'm sure I could count the amount of words I speak on a single paw." Elohim was a talker but he'd have a hard time describing himself as social. He had never been one approach a stranger with only the intention to speak and be spoken to - there was always something he wanted to say, to hear, to discover. In that regard, Kamala was a first for Elohim, at least that he could recall. He didn't have any particular questions to want answers to and he didn't have anything in particular he needed to tell her. It was unusual. It was probably unusual for her too.

"I always wondered why our father never summoned you to Glorall earlier. Perhaps summon isn't the right word but, nonetheless, it was always strange. It might have been nice, I think, for our sister Ehiyeh to have, well, other sisters." He mused aloud, not truly looking at Kamala but rather, allowing her to speak or stay silent at her leisure; hell, if she decided to simply leave, he'd not chase her down either. "And even now, I find myself wondering about things. Had we been raised closer, I wonder what might have been different for all of us. Such frivolous thoughts but one can't help but entertain them from time to time." He shrugged again. Maybe had Kamala been there, or him with her, she might not have ended up so...distant. Perhaps Ehiyeh might have stayed, or might not have encountered a reason to leave. Would Erebos had grown differently? Would Eros have been left behind rather than taken? Had their father made some grand error when he had been so adamant in keeping them all apart? Elohim couldn't help but want to know. He just couldn't work out why he wanted to know, really.