He did little in the way of ever ‘helping’ his pack, though really there was little he saw fit that he could help with. Erebos was not a fighter, he wasn’t really even a hunter seeing as fish or crab were about the only things he regularly ate. They were bad friends, but good food, that was how he saw them. Even now he carried with him the slightly decayed corpse of a capybara with him. He had killed it and added it to his collection of friends that had dwindled since Spring had started and thus begin to make his friends more and more unpleasant.

He smelled horrible to be honest. His den was isolated on its own on the side of Iromar. He could hear the rumbles of thunder that seemed to be frequent this year, but Glorall itself seemed spared the plague from the winds off the ocean that blew towards them. He hears a call making it so something caught his eye through the foliage. Something bright. Something living. Another wolf.

Those seemed to avoid him a lot unless it was family and even then his father did not seem to care about him as he did for Ehiyeh or his other children. Not that he cared, it was how his life was, it was why he got his own friends in the form of the things he carried around. The wolf was not of here, she was of Iromar, the pack next door. Part of him thought to leave her be, but part of him also still wanted to be of use to his pack, his father. He moved forward his hulking form so passive, if not sluggish looking as he milled his way over to her.

”What want?” He said dropping the capybara corpse from his mouth as he spoke letting it hit the ground with a resounding thud. Erebos’s voice was low and perhaps a little slow sounding. Everything about him was a mess. His fur matted slightly hiding his otherwise would be handsome visage, not to mention the smell that clung to him. His friends didn’t mind it, but he noticed the living did, so it was very rare that they got to meet other wolves or things. No one really tried to talk to him much because of it, but he never minded much but still he wanted to see what the girl wanted in Glorall when she was clearly an Iromar wolf.