As it was, he chose to take up residence among the bristled grass and valiant wildflowers, laying out in the open and absorbing the sun which bore down on the vast tundra. The heat felt wonderful against his thick skin, soaking deep into his aching, arthritic bones. His grizzled face was angle upward, and blazing eyes were softly closed in pure contentment as the pain slowly retreated. When it was once more bearable to the point that Erebos might consider moving again, another kind of ache crept up on him.
A gurgle came from his stomach, and the man realized that he hadn't eaten in a few days. Now the hunger was attacking, demanding that he immediately fill his near-empty stomach. He opened his eyes to survey the area without moving his limbs, wondering what sort of little beasts might be scampering around that he could even catch in his state. A whimper escaped his maw as he realized he might have to travel farther just to find something that was enough of a guarantee to make it worth expending his energy.
"I can't wait to be home and have all this self-sufficient bullshit behind me," the man grumbled, forcing his tired legs to left his thinning body once more. As much as Erebos hated pushing himself so, for at his core he was a rather lazy soul, he was determined that he would not die amongst strangers, much less alone. He had to make it back to his brothers. There wasn't a choice.