Winter, the best of seasons but not for the reason most would imagine, at least not for the large dark pelted boy. The child was a beast of a creature for not even being three yet, something terrifying all on its own given his hobbies. No wolf was truly in danger with him, but the opportunity to collect such friends had not yet presented itself to him. Instead he still carried around a rather decrepit looking fox. Erebos carried the corpse by the back of the neck with ease as he moved over the snowy beach. Its form was stiff of course, long since gone into full rigor mortis and only further stiffened by the winter’s cold. Winter was the best, this friend had been with him through most of it which was saying a lot. Usually they would be gone or stolen from him leaving him alone, but he was tired of being alone. Erebos didn’t find the company of other living things usually interesting. They judged and looked at him oddly he could tell they didn’t like him, found him perhaps distasteful. He wasn’t even sure his sister understood despite her own collection of trophies. Erebos was fine so long as he had a friend like the one he carried around.

He stopped though spotting the mostly white wolfess off in the distance, her scent was odd and not that of one who belonged. Yes, he knew who belonged who didn’t by scent, by who they were. Fire-ice eyes stared at her, the large boy simply standing still looking at her for several moments. No she was not familiar to him, perhaps she was around when he was little but the boy didn’t remember. Eden, his father, was not around to ask if he should approach or not, so the boy lumbered slowly forward. The huge boy did not look particularly intimidating, or angry, in fact he didn’t show much emotion at all. His eyes simply were set upon the female as he closed the distance between them.

He only stopped when he would be what most would describe as uncomfortably close. Not touching her but perhaps only a foot from her standing and staring at her just behind her shoulder. He dropped the stiff fox to the ground as he opened his maw to speak to her not scared or worried that anything bad may happen to him. ”Do you belong here, Erebos does not know. You do not look like someone Erebos recognizes…”

His voice was very monotone and neutral, his head tilting ever so slightly to the side as he stared at Enya. So who was she to him? The pack? Anything? Or was she something he could maybe add to his group of friends? If she was not pack it would be okay, his father wouldn’t care as long as they didn’t belong.