It was raining… Not that the lumbering young male minded in the slightest.

Even as the lightning flashed across the sky and thunder shook the earth, Erebos continued padding at a set pace through the crags. The large black and grey form was soaked completely to the skin leaving his long fur hanging over him awkwardly. What did it matter? He was already wet and already his latest friend had fallen apart leaving him alone. Shelter was what he wanted to wait out the storm though so his icy blue and fire blasted eyes looked around slowly until he finally found the perfect spot. He hadn’t left Glorall much, even when there was a party at Spirane calling to him the boy figured he would just stay home. He was different, weird, no one seemed to like him but his friends and that was just life he thought. His sister was okay though, and he met some boy a long time ago in Asteraia he thought was okay too, maybe even understood but he hadn’t seen him in so long he could barely remember his face but he did remember his name. Lonhro. He thought about that for a time knowing perhaps he would go Asteraia again once this weather let up to meet him for now though he was simply exploring this place.

It was dry in here, though Erebos still did not shake himself free of the water that clung to his coat. He moved inside looking around the grotto and felt it rumble under his paws as thunder once again was heard. It was much larger than he thought it would be from the entrance. It was a nice place he thought, water still dripped lightly off rocks and onto the ground around him causing soft dripping noises. It was peaceful in here and he liked that. Now he just had to see if he could find some new friends and then today would be perfect.

Moving away from the entrance, Erebos climbed up onto the rocks situating himself above the entrance where he could watch anyone come in. No one really would bother him. Even as a child he was still very large for his age, larger even than many adults that roamed all Moladion, and someday he would even likely surpass his sire, but never did the boy think he would have his father's drive to take a pack or lead. That was simply much too difficult, and being as he was most thought he was simple when he was far from. The dead simply were less difficult company than the living. They didn't need you to smile, or wag your tail and show emotions. They didn't judge or hate. They were simply there and nice companions. That was what his mother had showed him in their short time together. He learned from his father too, it was just not as important to him. Not yet, maybe not ever.

At the moment though he settled himself down, dripping wet and un-moving. Erebos simply stared down at the entrance, crossing his paws and setting his large maw over them. He huffed and simply watched now, soaked tail flopping loudly now and then as he simply listened to the storm rumble around him and wondered who else would come here to escape it's wrath.