They were somewhat similar. Though Erebos hadn’t yet seen exactly how much the two really shared. He too at a young age had lost his life giver, but unlike the girl he still had the stable existence of his father in his life. He doubted the girl had any idea who her father was based on what his own had said about her, brief as it was. It was a rare time that he didn’t carry someone with him. Today was different he moved towards the scent of the child but always a stale scent of death clung to him as he moved towards her.

He could hear the soft growls coming from her, and he did nothing to help her frustrations. Trailing a distance behind her, watching her as she left the beaches, nose to the ground and hunting. It was obvious she was bad at it. No skill, at all but still she seemed to know some level of basics. He observed her from a distance watching her as she desperately clawed at the ground of a rabbit den. Erebos was completely passive as he watched her efforts to grab such a meager prize. She caught something at least, so all her efforts didn’t go to waste at the very least. He moved closer now slowly ambling up to the girl as she ripped into her meal.

His father had tasked him in seeing if the child was worthy, and already Erebos could see promise that she could be something. She didn’t’ go begging to the older wolves to help her she was out here trying to fix it for herself. Self sufficiency was good. ”You are bad at hunting.” Erebos state. ”You should get someone to teach you.” He states again to the girl watching her carefully with is fire and ice eyes.