Despite the struggles plaguing their pack, Eros was still make strides forward. He'd officially been bestowed the role he'd been seeking since childhood, and had one rung on the ladder of their hierarchy behind him. Practice, it had felt like. Seri was his best friend, he couldn't imagine ever actually feeling pitted against him. His uncle, though?
This felt real. This felt like a score that had needed settling long ago.
Eros waited for their paths to cross rather than hunting the other down, allowing fate to have some kind of say in this encounter. When it spoke, he acted. When the other Valle came into view, his tail flagged high and his chin raised. Peach eyes pointedly tried to capture Vayko's gold and his teeth would bare, a silent dare for him to disagree; Eros was the more dominant wolf here.