For all that she lacked your fire

Chaos was making his way through the familiar terrain of the battlefield. His owls weren't immediately with him, though they were within eyesight - they were hunting the meadow mice stirred up in the wake of his trail, so were much less occupied with staying with him and more interested in a leisurely meal together. Chaos suspected that they were preparing for a clutch of eggs this year now that spring had come. A stray scent took his attention from his winged friends, and Chaos paused his his ears alertly forward and his nose and eyes searching. There, struggling up a rise in the ground, a pair of yearlings. His brows rose at the fiery coloring, but who was he to talk? Even with his own unusual pelt and fangs aside, he'd sired at least two pups even more oddly colored than these two, and while Lyra was somewhat less unusual colored than his sons she was definitely not by any definition normal. His niece and nephews from Artemis and Angel's litter were just as unusual, too.

His eyes narrowed thoughtfully at the way the two young wolves pressed together, one clearly leading the other and both looking around them with the look of someone certain they were being hunted. He hesitated to get caught up in rescuing every stray that crossed his path... but both of them had the look of someone with a great deal of physical training. Hunter, fighter, or just someone with the self-discipline to stay in peak condition - Legion could certainly use more of that. And they were young still, young enough to influence and young enough to provide friends, training rivals, and potential mates for the many other yearlings in the pack already. Assuming they were a good fit personality-wise, that was.

Their already-suspicious gazes swept across the lower land, so Chaos made no effort to hide his approach or pretend to be just passing by, instead trotting directly towards them after hailing them with a friendly "Hey!" They'd probably be even more suspicious if he sneaked up on them, which would put them on edge and be entirely counterproductive.

Slowing to a stop near the pair of them, he was surprised by how small they both were. He was used to his own and Angel's kids, and his two had been as tall or taller than these two yearlings by the time they were six months old. It was a bit of a surprise to see yearlings of a more ordinary height. He blinked down at them. "You look a bit lost," he said, then cast his own gaze out over the land like the boy had been. "Someone chasing you or something?"