He could tell by his last meeting with the two females that he had been perhaps more odd than he had thought. The one who called herself Grimoire seemed interested in him and he was, well he wouldn’t call it curious, or interested… but mildly so. She at least seemed to accept him to some degree, but the other girl, she called him a creep, a weirdo, the normal things wolves tended to call him. He didn’t have much feelings towards that either, but to have one not repel themselves at the sight of him was strange in and of itself. Perhaps someday he would find her again. He was not exactly useful to his father after all. No one really socialized with him and while he thought he was getting better at being ‘socially normal’ he was still not really sure how to interact with other wolves he was around.

The cold time had come again though. He knew this would mark two years since he seen that wolfess, the entrantress. She was his imprint, she was the one fate wanted him to follow, but she was a Queen now. He heard her name spoken in the same that his father’s was, thus he stayed away. Erebos did not feel bad, but he knew that he was only trouble to her, and that was a rare feeling for him to believe himself to be anything more than an existing creature of Moladion. He was home though, his paws moving through the sands, tail wishing over the grounds while his fire and ice eyes saw nothing but snow and trees. Winter was his favorite time of year, his friends persisted, and while he never cared about the smell of death and decay that constantly clung to him, it was less so in the winter since the ‘company’ he kept was generally frozen.

Though this winter, and fall, had been.. Bad. While it was milder, there was still snow, but the prey did not seem to be here as they usually were. He didn’t think he had seen a hare even in Glorall for half a year now, though he only ate fish. There were still a good number around in the river that was between Diveen and Glorall, and while the other streams seemed mostly barren that one still seemed alright. Perhaps because it was part of the main river, he was not certain, but he found his paws carrying him in that direction now, though as he moved he spotted paw prints in the snow and sand, going here and there until he spotted the white wolfess, hearing her whine.

He did not know her, but her scent was thick with Glorall’s scent so he knew she belonged. She looked round, even though most others were so lean, he remembered when Ehiyeh got fat like that for no reason, how her sides grew full with puppies she didn’t want. He moved closer to her though how close was entirely up to her as he would stop soon as she turned or showed any sign of wanting him to not come closer. He took a few deep breaths of her scent and exhaled, tail flicking slightly before giving his head a small tilt.

”You are having pups, like sister Ehiyeh was having. Have the… smell.” He was… not good at this, his voice was deep though really he was quite handsome, the smell and general lack of care to his pelt set all that aside. ”Does Father Eden know?” Cause father Eden wanted to know when it was sister Ehiyeh, wouldn’t he want to know with her as well?