It was not that Helios disliked company - oh, he was very fond of it whenever it was someone so pleasing - but he certainly did not appreciate congregations of wolves no matter the hour of day.

Perhaps he should have kept himself tucked away into the shadowy depths of the grotto for some solitude, but even there he was met with the presence of another, though it was rather a mutually accepted presence instead of one being forced upon him. Today, though, the sounds of others barking into his ears caused a disruption in his placid state within a large crevice in the crags. He was lounging away in the shade so comfortably and all of a sudden, angry shouts and numerous confrontations disturbed his blissful state.

A disgruntled growl permeated the air around him as he shifted and stood from his resting place, his head rising into the glaring sunlight of the spring day as he intended to be rid of this pestilence within his personal space. His handsome, though scarred, skull was angled to view the crowd from over a setting of rocks - females and males alike standing amidst the waterfall as they gathered for reasons unknown. He was awake,he was grumpy, and certainly not in any mood for conversation.

The snow washed beast made his way from his napping place to push through the group, continuing onward through the center as he grumbled to himself. "Take your little fuck fest somewhere else.." He was in no mood for foolish confrontations or heated arguments and so he pressed onward in his slow escape from their incessant chattering, brushing past one of amber and white as he went.