He actually felt alive again. His body did not ache and protest every time he moved a muscle, and his stamina was leagues greater than it had been when wandering the tundra so many weeks ago. Still, Erebos was not completely back into shape. While his muscles regained their strength each and every day, they lacked the training that would make them useful in any dire situation, be it a large game hunt, a scuffle with a rival predator, or a border breach.




With so many ambitions brewing in his grayscale skull, Erebos knew he would need to remedy this as soon as possible. After checking with Phineas, he had come to discover that the pack's only resident guardian was none other than Ace Caravello. The man was second in the hierarchy, as well as father to the bastard children illegally reared by Aesire. He was the very wolf that Erebos sought to punish for disrespecting his brother and threatening Hypatia and her siblings' blood claim to the crown, and yet at the moment his best bet for helping him to improve his utility to the pack.



It seemed rather perfect for the Argyris sibling, and thus he sought out the other man now, determination furrowing his brow. It would be his first time meeting the with man, seeing with his own glowing eyes exactly who his enemy was. He would also be given an opportunity to practice the rank challenge that lay so far ahead in the future, while bettering himself so as to be able to protect Phineas, his children and his pack.



As he marched along, Ace's silvered coat came into view, and Erebos picked up the pace.



"Hey! Ace, right?" he called out as he quickly closed the distance between them. "Yer the lone guardian round here, arentcha?"