“I dun reckon yar should go alone ‘Yrule. Yar could outrun dat Zeus fellow, dat I know, but we need ya all the same and reckon ‘Chilles aint been really ‘appy if I let sumthing happen to ya.”

The blue and golden eyed male allowed his attention to return briefly back to Voltaire now, nodding his own agreement in this. If Zeus was there and Voltaire said so, then Guardian believed him. What needed to be decided was simply the next course of action. For a moment the tall, towering young warrior merely allows his own thoughts to drift and wander, considering a variety of thoughts- perhaps he is not given to brilliant plans and moves of strategy, but he is practical of nothing else, skilled in combat and defence and indeed he is given to consider perhaps, that simply returning to Achilles would be the best course of action. Unless, of course, all three of them were to go and find Zeus now. He was an old male after all, or so it was said, he himself would be more then enough, surely, to dispatch an aged wolf and yet Voltaire at his side, even Hyrule, young though he was- would surely be enough to rid the world of such a creature.

“Maybe we can all go and just get back dem wolves, eh? All three of us together, ‘Yrule is old enough to get outta the way if he needs.”

The boy was at least two years old after all, not yet fully grown to be sure, but skilled enough in the least to guard himself. His attention returns to Hyrule now, the white and silver male seeming to consider the thoughts before offering a shrug of sorts in a manner almost callous- very….Heyel if anything and yet much about the boy King reminded Guardian of Heyel. For his part the white male turned his violet gaze to Voltaire.

You are the supposed leader on this expedition, what do you want us to do? Go together and get our wolves back or return to Achilles and simply report to him? Both have their merits….I suppose.