The golden, white-flecked sea serpent does not have the abilities his son earned in a quest - he can alter his shape, but not his mind, so everything he does underwater can not need words. With the boy’s mother, he’d never felt he needed the ability to speak or mind-speak, at least not in the moment, not back then.

With his long, shimmering body, the golden male pursues the open ocean and when he stops, the view is endless ocean - schools of tuna flee from his sight, and a float of jellyfish can be found near the surface, not bothering with what happens below their tentacles. He scans the ocean, searching for something - he’d promised they would hunt some fish, but they are far away. But there are other things in the deep, other hunters; and it’s the sight of a tentacle fleeing into the dark that makes him grin. Nodding Aeolus to the fleeing movement with a question in his eyes, he knows what that is - does he want it?

After all, perhaps Aeolus feels better hunting other predatory species, than the truly innocent fish?

from the ashes a fire shall be woken