The Beginning of the End

Deimos walked along the border of the pack lands just as the sun was dipping below the horizon, exposing the pinpoints of light from the stars. He was due back at the den for dinner, but he had gotten caught up in a hunt that had taken longer than he had anticipated that afternoon so he hadn't had a chance to do his last patrol of the day. It wouldn't be the first time that pack responsibilities would keep him out late and he was sure it wouldn't be the last. Ikigai never complained, but he still felt bad when he got home and the dinner that had been prepared for their family had gotten cold. He picked up the pace a bit despite the protest from his joints. A quick trip around the garden and a glance at the area near the lake and the could call it a day.

He very nearly missed the scent of a stranger that had crossed onto their side of the marked border in his haste to get done with his patrol, but he registered it just as he walked across the path and had to do a bit of a double take with a deep frown. There were a few individuals outside of Elysium that had permission to visit as they wished, but this didn't match any of their scents either. Immediately on high alert, Deimos began to follow the scent, quickly crossing the rock-dotted landscape in pursuit of the intruder while wondering who would be so bold as to blatantly ignore pack boundaries. Eventually he spotted a red and black figure that matched him in stature as he rounded one of the larger boulders. "Hey!" he barked with a growl while trotting up behind the stranger, giving him a wary glare. "Who are you and what are you doing in my pack?"

"Deimos Mendacium"