It had been dry when he had set out, sunny even. But of course, nature had a way of shitting on the happiness of the life forms it cradled. Mother? Ha. Step, perhaps. With a scowl, Erebos pressed on, thoroughly despising the thin coating of moisture upon his fur. It wasn't dampness, it wasn't chill, it was merely uncomfortable but enough so to make his skin crawl, turning a simple scouting mission of the outer perimeters into a tortuous task. Still, the man pressed on, reveling in his new found determination to serve his brother.




By now, he was the second ranked male of the pack, directly under his brother where he had so longed to be. Never mind that it had basically been given to him, rather than the grayscale brute having challenged his way up; he was there, and that was all that mattered. So long as he could hold the position, that is. Datura was still below him, and Erebos found that he trusted the golden man less and less, for his ambitions were simply too prominent.



Thus he would not cease working, keeping his aging muscles as strong as he could so as to be an effective buffer between Phineas and whatever might attempt to strike the king down from his throne. A little sprinkling of rain certainly wasn't going to hold him back. The scent of another, however; that was a distraction worth pursuing. They were outside of the borders of Silent Moon Plateau, a great enough distance for this woman's presence not be considered a trespass to Erebos' pack. Yet her proximity was worthy of investigation all the same.



When he came upon her, she was huddled beneath a naturally-formed overhang, obviously as displeased with the weather as he was. Or perhaps something else? Erebos' orange eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he pressed on, drawing nearer to the foreigner.



"Yer close to someone's home, y'know," he spoke, stopping a few yards away from her rocky refuge to regard her scrutinously.