This place was new and very different from where he was from. He followed the scent of the one whom the wolf of mostly white, the one his mother said was his father, had taken from these lands. She came with two others, others he had not yet looked at properly for Erebos was a creature that preferred to be alone with his thoughts. He would observe his siblings play rough he would sometimes also do this, but he liked the solitude his mother’s friends, and now his friends, gave him more. They didn’t speak much these friends or move unless he wanted them too and that was fine. He liked them for their silence. It was strange for a boy of his size to not really wish to throw his weight around, to have ambition and to be the top pup of his litter. If he was the bottom, it was by his choice for he didn’t really want to fight back. Was he lazy? No, not in the sense most would see him, but he was far calmer than the average child and very capable of entertaining himself with his mother’s friends. He was a huge boy by all standards, the largest of his litter and by far the strongest if he wished to flex his muscles, but why? They were all the same blood they all lived and died the same way. Kings, queens, no bodies. Everyone died. He learned that the day on the shore while watching a sea bird take its last breaths, even some of the prey the one said to be his father brought back to him lost breath in time. His mom said they made new friends and he was starting to get his own collection of friends too.

He was starting to learn to pounce the rats that collected around the den. He would kill them consume their innards then keep the skull and pelt and whatever tatters remained. He carried one with him now, its little grey form hanging out of his mouth with the tenderness a child would hold its favorite stuffed animal tightly enough so as not to lose hold but gently as to not damage. He was nice to his friends and protected them when he could. Erebos liked his friends to stay with him for as long as they could until they seemed to vanish. Perhaps it was a fox or coyote unknowingly snatching them away from the child while he had his back turned, but he knew not all of his friends lasted forever. Today though he was curious to where these others suddenly had come from. Two others, others he felt were like him and his siblings but not part of him as they were. How did that work? How could they be part but not? He had to go to this land and see if there was something different and special. Were their more to be found? And so his little rat friend in maw he came upon the lands of Asteraia.

It was very different from home, the tall grass masking his view from anything that really could give him any line of sight and quite…. Like the calm after a storm where not even the birds were cawing. He still held his little decaying rat in maw until something caught his attention. It was not something that was part of him, not even half but he smelled them. He clutched his friend a little tighter, looking around with his ice-fire eyes sharp and stunning against the multi-grey and black colors of his pelt and especially with the dark areas beneath his eyes. Someone was there. He was used to such hiding games with his siblings but still the behemoth for a boy moved rater passively around trying to find this source or at least make it come to him.