Patience was a game Erebos could play very well. He was a very relaxed creature over all, not tense or wild like many children seemed to be. The dark pelted boy held his friend tight as to prevent it from going anywhere else or being taken from him again. He had lost many friends, he wanted more friends cause it seemed whenever he found one another would vanish it was strange how that worked. He wasn’t alarmed at being followed though, perhaps something that was bad. Such nerves were out of him, and perhaps that came from the sheer size he would someday grow to be. Never would he really have to worry, he would always be a force to be reckoned with, and as long as they were his age Erebos was still larger and stronger.

Though just because he was built that way didn’t make him aggressive.

He moved steadily, almost lombering across the plains. HE could hear the boy dashing to and fro behind him, he didn’t know that the other boy was attempting to scare or instill fear, he just figured he was being followed, much like how the coyotes and the vultures followed him for his friends every now and then. This scent, one that is wolf but not of him darted around like those scavengers that stole his friends but didn’t near him and perhaps it was ill brought for him not to fear things that chased him down, but it was simply not a worry for young Erebos today. Perhaps that was a good thing, a thing that overall was saving him from becoming a plaything himself. It wasn’t intentional, if he had known it was a game perhaps he would have played along for the other’s amusement but at the moment he was simply listening and taking in the surroundings. His decaying rat was still clutched tightly and one of its legs had seemingly fallen off with no notice of the boys. His friends often did that, there was nothing he could do about it, but he did look back to see where it had gone, simply curious if the thing behind him had snatched it up but he saw nothing.

Trning back it was then that he came face to face with an equally dark form that skidded to a halt before him. Erebos watched him, he wasn’t startled at all and simply let his eyes rest on the boy’s bright jade orbs. He watched the other boy’s display as he growled and snarled bouncing back and forthes at him only eliciting a tilt of Erebos’ head as a reaction. It was similar yet different to how his siblings moved and worked but being around rather impassive adult figures Erebos wasn’t sure what to make of this. Then all the sudden he seemed to shift and Erebos watched him draw the line in the dirt and lowered himself to his haunches. Then like another bolt the boy was gone. Erebos was perplexed then but he wasn’t alone with his little friend for long before he came bounding back with a fish in his maw.

”You want to swap your friend?” Erebos says looking at the fish that was much more common as a food item in his pack than it would be for his, not to mention fish friends tend to go away fast. ”Don’t you like your friend?” Erebos asked him looking that the fish. He couldn’t blame him fish were mean friends, you could get a lot of them fast, but they went away fast too, not like things like rats.