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Eremos, 5 Years, Leader, Tags- Lealia, Mentions- Andraste
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Eremos, 5 Years, Leader, Tags- Lealia, Mentions- Andraste
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When Lealia agreed to accompany him, Eremos offered a single nod in appreciation before he turned away. He'd been so keen on ensuring the territory was secure the previous evening that he'd hardly paused a moment to sniff about the body. A part of him dreaded what he might find, while another part almost hoped they would discover it was an accident. But Eremos was wiser than to chalk this up to a simple fall or a skirmish with a badger. There was no reason for a dog to drop with no warning. No reason at all. A low rumble began in his chest and he quickly shrugged it off while paws pushed him up the rocky incline, weaving his way around large stones and clambering atop others. Upon reaching his den the lingering odor was more apparent, and steadily growing-- they'd have to be quick as before long the smell of death would overtake that of any potential perpetrators and they'd be forced to bury the body with no leads.
With no hesitation he ducked under the overhang to be bathed in the shadows of his den, the very den which Lucifer had claimed previously. Indeed the form was still huddled in the back, small splices of brilliant white peering out under the dark blanket of leaves. The taut aroma of blood was still vaguely present and Eremos failed to stifle the crinkling of his muzzle in distaste. “We need to search for things like fur in teeth or claws, marks around his throat...” He huffed, mentally preparing himself as he stepped forward to nudge away the leaves from Lucifer's body. A bit of icy fur brushed past Eremos's nose at the movement and he swallowed, leaning in to nose a paw already gripped by the coils of rigor mortis, almost stiff as stone. Lucifer's claws were dark, and the pads of his paw were void of all the rosey shades of life, and the smell of death was strong. He failed to find much other than bits of earth and leaf litter in the cracks and crevices of the claws, though he moved on.
It was around Lucifer's neck that something caught Eremos's attention, a sudden fleeting scent mingled in with that of decay, and oak, and dog. Where is it? So agonizingly familiar.. Unable to locate it again he reluctantly lowered his nose into the dense husky's coat, ignoring the prick of furs crisp with old blood as he nosed along Lucifer's throat. He could feel the wounds, the stipples of torn skin and dried crimson and among it all he finally found the scent. Wolf.
Head whipped back as ears slapped the base of his skull and lips curled to reveal a cage of pearlescent fangs. It took him just a moment to regain his composure and he leaped forward to sniff about once more, nudging aside thick ruffs of fur to get a better look at the injuries. The scent of wolf was stronger now as he disrupted Lucifer's coat, and it was suddenly all around him, filling his mind with such a powerful loathing that Eremos's whole brindled coat stood on end, tail lashing the air furiously. “It was the wolves,” His voice, still so deep and low, took on a roughness like great boulders colliding and scraping against one another. A fire burned in his eyes, fueled by the rage building in his heart. Eremos cold only see such a drastic strike being a war call, and his blood chilled at the prospect. Already his mind was running wild with notions, questions, plans.
“I will not sit around idly wondering the meaning of this while they relish in their supposed victory.” Eremos muttered as he turned his gaze upon Lealia. He was planning to go to the alpha of the wolves directly, and demand an explanation for the murder of their Leader.
He was deciding which dogs he would take when he stepped out of his den, pelt still bristling with anticipation. Lealia's calming presence lent Eremos something akin to comfort and he found himself including her in the outing without hesitation, knowing her level-headed nature could be of great benefit if it came down to deciding any terms with those godforsaken beasts. Glancing about he noticed Andraste and immediately thought to bring her along for security. Eremos knew her presence was infinitely advantageous, should the wolves be planning an ambush. That was three dogs on the patrol, which seemed a good amount, and Eremos was loathe to take any more lest they draw attention to themselves, or else leave the camp with no defense.
Mind made up, he turned to Lealia. “I propose a patrol- you, myself, and Andraste. We will go to Ariya, and she will explain herself.” He spat the wolf Alpha's name like a sour taste on his tongue, all the while wondering what sort of scheme she'd devised. What could they possibly be planning? If they'd been intending to strike their head and take the dogs when they were scrabbling about in chaos, they'd missed their chance. Eremos flicked an ear towards Andraste where she sat among Beau, Shasta and Atlas. “Come. Let us gather Andraste and be on our way.”
With no hesitation he ducked under the overhang to be bathed in the shadows of his den, the very den which Lucifer had claimed previously. Indeed the form was still huddled in the back, small splices of brilliant white peering out under the dark blanket of leaves. The taut aroma of blood was still vaguely present and Eremos failed to stifle the crinkling of his muzzle in distaste. “We need to search for things like fur in teeth or claws, marks around his throat...” He huffed, mentally preparing himself as he stepped forward to nudge away the leaves from Lucifer's body. A bit of icy fur brushed past Eremos's nose at the movement and he swallowed, leaning in to nose a paw already gripped by the coils of rigor mortis, almost stiff as stone. Lucifer's claws were dark, and the pads of his paw were void of all the rosey shades of life, and the smell of death was strong. He failed to find much other than bits of earth and leaf litter in the cracks and crevices of the claws, though he moved on.
It was around Lucifer's neck that something caught Eremos's attention, a sudden fleeting scent mingled in with that of decay, and oak, and dog. Where is it? So agonizingly familiar.. Unable to locate it again he reluctantly lowered his nose into the dense husky's coat, ignoring the prick of furs crisp with old blood as he nosed along Lucifer's throat. He could feel the wounds, the stipples of torn skin and dried crimson and among it all he finally found the scent. Wolf.
Head whipped back as ears slapped the base of his skull and lips curled to reveal a cage of pearlescent fangs. It took him just a moment to regain his composure and he leaped forward to sniff about once more, nudging aside thick ruffs of fur to get a better look at the injuries. The scent of wolf was stronger now as he disrupted Lucifer's coat, and it was suddenly all around him, filling his mind with such a powerful loathing that Eremos's whole brindled coat stood on end, tail lashing the air furiously. “It was the wolves,” His voice, still so deep and low, took on a roughness like great boulders colliding and scraping against one another. A fire burned in his eyes, fueled by the rage building in his heart. Eremos cold only see such a drastic strike being a war call, and his blood chilled at the prospect. Already his mind was running wild with notions, questions, plans.
“I will not sit around idly wondering the meaning of this while they relish in their supposed victory.” Eremos muttered as he turned his gaze upon Lealia. He was planning to go to the alpha of the wolves directly, and demand an explanation for the murder of their Leader.
He was deciding which dogs he would take when he stepped out of his den, pelt still bristling with anticipation. Lealia's calming presence lent Eremos something akin to comfort and he found himself including her in the outing without hesitation, knowing her level-headed nature could be of great benefit if it came down to deciding any terms with those godforsaken beasts. Glancing about he noticed Andraste and immediately thought to bring her along for security. Eremos knew her presence was infinitely advantageous, should the wolves be planning an ambush. That was three dogs on the patrol, which seemed a good amount, and Eremos was loathe to take any more lest they draw attention to themselves, or else leave the camp with no defense.
Mind made up, he turned to Lealia. “I propose a patrol- you, myself, and Andraste. We will go to Ariya, and she will explain herself.” He spat the wolf Alpha's name like a sour taste on his tongue, all the while wondering what sort of scheme she'd devised. What could they possibly be planning? If they'd been intending to strike their head and take the dogs when they were scrabbling about in chaos, they'd missed their chance. Eremos flicked an ear towards Andraste where she sat among Beau, Shasta and Atlas. “Come. Let us gather Andraste and be on our way.”
