Each step sunk deep within the snow, requiring great effort to be put into each stride. Erebos' constant travelling had kept his muscles trained, but had also taken its toll, leaving him hungry and worn. Stubborn as always, he had put off seeking help and had refused to consider joining another pack. He felt as though his time alone was not yet finished, that he had not accomplished what he'd wanted to, that nameless goal he'd set before himself when he'd first crossed the range. Nature would not listen to his excuses, however, and Winter set a large hand over him, pushing him deeper and deeper into the snowbanks, attempting to bury him completely and take him out of existence. There was no choice in the matter; he had to once more submit to a leader and trust them with deciding what was best for him, a circumstance that had failed him twice before.



It was a simple coincidence that he would admit defeat as he crossed into the copse of ice-laden willows and come upon the clear indications that a pack was within the area. What truly piqued his interest, however, was a particular strain within the complex mixture of scents; one of them was familiar, he was sure of it, though he was having difficulty placing why.



Supposing this pack would be as good as any, Erebos pressed forward, drawing as close to the homestead as was respectful. He had no idea of their nature, nor that the leader was a hard ass. There were no means for him to be aware that the rigors they might put him through could be exactly what he needed at this point in his life. He merely hoped that they could use him as much as he could use them and lend him shelter from the brutally incessant discharge of sleet and snow.



Ceasing to plow through the drifts, Erebos instead scaled a particularly stiff bank, allowing himself to be viewed from a distance as he assumed a submissive stature. He barked out his request, with the intent of drawing anyone already close by to his location; if no one came within reasonable time, he'd belt out a howl or two.

@Elettra @Asriel
sorry for taking so horribly long to get back to this.





There was no need for Ere to cause anymore noise, as the queen herself was swift to meet his presence. Immediately he knew that she was not one for any sort of play or trivial discourse, but rather a woman of unrelenting purpose. As she had found him, there was no need for the icy pedestal, and as she stilled he slunk off the mound to take his place as standing below the level of her critical gaze. A surprise was the whelp that flanked her, and the condescension that permeated his features. It took a deal of self control for Erebos not to cock an brow at the youth; surely, he didn't appreciate being looked upon in such a haughty manner. He wasn't in any position to show disapproval of any ilk. And so, he focused on the matriarch and gave his explanation.



"Erebos," he returned after a nod to her supposition, purposefully leaving off his surname; it was the urge to severe that very tie which had him here at her border, after all. "If you'll have me, I'll ask for nothing more than I give in return; I will hunt in excess and complete any and all tasks you deem fit to assign me with."



It was the end of what he had to say, though he would gladly supply more information if she asked for it. He would not spin his words from straw to gold, to dress up his arrival and intentions in order to connive entry. After all, he didn't expect a woman with such a demeanor as this Elettra's to buy any grade of shit. Still, she might find the lack of flash disappointing and turn him away, at which point he supposed he would be forced to continue traveling. He would not beg and he would not make promises that he did not intend to keep.