Lunch at the pond

Mithras had been planning, or hoping rather, to catch Steel in a good moment. Ever since the man had appeared at Faria's side he'd known there was something more between the two, which by extension meant there was something between all three of them. It hadn't unsettled him, necessarily, that just wasn't the right word. Something close though. Mithras knew that no matter how the young male and Faria felt about each other, he had taken care of her when Mithras hadn't been able to, and he'd never properly thanked him. Besides, Mithras wanted to get to know him better, and in his heart of hearts he hoped that one day he and Steel might even call each other friends. So, when he found the young male's trail weaving through the willows it had been an easy choice to follow.

What he found looked like a spectacle of some sort. He watched for a moment, quiet, while Esarosa captured a frog. She made it look so easy, and he was at once mortified, remembering the time he'd spent a fruitless afternoon attempting the very same thing. He smiled, tail lifting, and trotted forward. He smiled warmly at both of the other wolves. "Hello from me as well. How's the day treating you?" He hoped they weren't having some sort of private gathering, he wouldn't want to impose, and he dearly hoped they'd tell him off if that was the case. Just because he was Vasilias didn't mean he could forgo manners, after all! So he sat down with a pleasant smile and waited for one of them to say something.