The ghostly boy was not liking being out of the mists of Iromar. It had gotten him far without being noticed, or at least he didn’t think he had been noticed, as he followed the party from the lands. It had started when he had heard about Lillith taking a couple boys and heading off to Glorall. Word traveled fast, especially when your parents were on the same rank level, he couldn’t resist, he had to go see who the boys were that were going, and he hoped that maybe she would take him along. Though his last experience out of Iromar wasn’t pleasant, he had to admit it wasn’t bad either. Coming all the way out to another pack just sounded like a grand adventure. The overly fluffy boy had more than just those reasons though. As he hid in the mists, his pure white eyes staring at the red and black forms of the brothers he couldn’t help but enjoy the view. Very few things caught his eye and were fun to look at, Lillith though she did look much the same as them, was not fun. He did not understand this, but he had watched them pull away, running towards the ocean side pack of Glorall. Naturally the boy had to follow and continue watching the fun unravel.

He had lost them several times. His small size had not helped with the journey but thankfully he had a good nose for the scents of Saqr and Zaqar and he was able to follow. He had come a little late. He stood behind a tree several meters away, peeking around so that his pure white and pupiless eyes could see the forms of the younger males, he smiled, his tail waving pleased that he had arrived before anything interesting had happened, just in time really. He watched as a absolutely giant male arrived, stunning really, with his stripes and long fur. He looked quite intimidating and Istas couldn’t help but wonder what Lillith would think of him, or for that matter what the boys would do.

Curious as he was he had poked out a bit further, what she was doing was beyond Istas’ comprehension. He didn’t know this was very important, but he wasn’t aiming to harm or do anything bad. He was just a pup after all, perhaps he would catch hell from the demons later, but he knew his mom and dad wouldn’t let anything terrible befall him. Who would want to mess with the Cerberus and the Minos of Iromar?