it was sunrise. a lovely start of a day; warm & yet cool all the same. it was beautiful and these days, Érebos was found to be appreciative of it all. like enyo did. the dunamis progressed and everyone knew it. hell, he felt it. a strong sense of self and identity, no one would stand in Érebos' way. and thus far, Érebos achieved in bringing in a large number of wolves in insomnia. his eyes set on gaining favor and much more. for every move Érebos made, it would effect the clan as a whole. including this scenario he needed to straighten out. bast, his hawk, sent for fic early in the morning. guiding her here to discuss in private about the hot topic, the elegant in the room. he knew fic wanted answers, or guidance about what it meant to be a dunamis now. and he intended to inform her all about it as best he could. his muscular form sat, his monochrome figure under a tall tree within the grassy basin. it was cool and slightly windy- his eyes watching the horizon as the sun continued to rise. he was content.

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The sun was rising slowly, casting a reddish hue all across the lands and Identification was pleased with it. The morning was warm but also brisk, she heard Bast before she had seen him. His call was one that you never forget, Fic was awake but just laying there as she rose up. It was another day for her, another chance. Another beginning. That's how the woman had become to see each and every day, a day to proove her worth to Insomnia.

She gave a nod to Bast as following after she stretched and yawned the sleepiness away from her bodice. Identification had followed close behind Bast as her own hummingbird and lingered close to Identification. The landscape changed, and the lingering scent of Erebos and her recent hunt here played within her mind.

Ears swiveled as she seen the grasses holding the morning dew upon the blades, almost like glitter thrown about. A smile crossing her lips. The sun began to slowly rise over the horizon even more. She also known that the two needed to talk. She wanted to know about the Dunamis clan. But she had answered when he called for her by sending his beloved hawk for her.

He came into veiw shortly as she came up, standing there. "One would be foolish to say that this morning was not beautiful." Fic commented gently, her own figure moving as lowering down upon her belly, her front paws outstretched infront of her.

"Speech!"

Érebos would be lying if he said fic didn't make him feel at ease. her effect was subtle, soothing and calming on his aura. as if she was nurturing him energetically. it made his body less tense and receptive to her benevolent femininity. he watched with a soft gaze, allowing her to venture near him and lay. to which he copied her, laying on his rounded girth as he took some moments to gaze with her ahead. it was clear Érebos began to trust her. with birds singing, it all felt good. "Correct." he chuckled. "How have you liked your new home?" he asked, still looking ahead.

"Speech"
|| 'Listen'

Her gaze upon the horizon never faultered, the skies painted reds and oranges as the sun began its climb. The promise of a hot but fruitful day ahead. A smile crossed her lips as laying her head upon her front legs, listening to the music the early birds sand within the trees. A few owls calling out goodnight to the rest of the waking lands and beings that called Boreas home.

Curling her tail around her back legs. Ears twitched upon her head as listening to him speak and then a chuckle. It had been too long since she had heard him laugh. 'How have you liked your new home?' he asked softly, his attention still drawn ahead of him. She would turn to him, her pools taking him in. "I can not say that I do not like it. It takes time getting use to having a home for good. And others to rely on once in a while instead of always being alone. Having only yourself."

She was however glad to have no longer the need to constantly protect herself. "And I will not say that it's not going too take me time to get to trust others and prove myself to the pack, but yes. It does feel right." Fic turning her attention back to the horizon. "What about yourself? How are you fairing with pack life, and being part of the pack?"

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