It had been a busy morning, taking him quite a bit away from the pack's territory. That was pretty much the point, of course. It was refreshing to just get the hell away. Away from Zane's glares and @Zeta's incessant bonding attempts, from responsibilities and stiff greetings and other wolves and things that he really did not care about. Given Erebos' history with, well, everything, it really wasn't a surprise that he would require these breaks more often than the next wolf. In fact, the surprise lay in how little he actually disappeared these days, as the man was unnaturally intent on keeping his word to @Iopah and @Eirian.
There had to be some purpose to his trip, and that was found easily enough. The gains of his venture were stacked neatly atop his tongue and held securely between his jaws, a bundle of cattails for the adopted little girl that still rebuffed pretty much everyone. Why he had a soft spot for her, he wasn't sure. Probably because he saw himself in the hellstorm of what she would become, maybe because he had the sense that she wouldn't be around for much longer. Whatever it was, she had been the only one he thought to bring a trinket back for this time.
Finally reaching the interior of the pack's domain, he set the gifts down, passing his tongue through his own fur a few times to rid it of the taste. Already the atmosphere felt heavy and he yearned to turn right back around and leave again. Gone were the days that he could just act on any whim, however. After a heavy sigh, he tilted back his head and sent out a yowl, calling for the young orphan. I've got a surprise fer ya, Maeve.