I'm too hot (hot damn)

The last of autumn clung to the lands he'd once claimed as alpha and had never really left. Winter would be coming soon - very soon, if he was any judge of weather. But for now, the dismally foggy weather continued to drag at the land, refusing to turn towards snow. Snow would be much more fun. More dangerous too, in the Maw, but that definitely just made things more interesting.

Chaos was heading back from the range, still caught somewhere between impressed and jealous that his brother had managed to seduce (be seduced by?) Artemis Aeris. To think of all the outrageous fantasies he'd entertained of that celestial-coated hunter while he'd been her alpha...! Even with that hint of jealousy he wasn't stupid enough to be the least bit mad at either his brother or Art - it wasn't like he and Art had ever had anything between them, and even if they had it wasn't his business who she chose to mate with, and he wasn't going to cockblock his older brother either even if it had been his business who Angelus slept with, which again it was not.

Still he sighed regretfully as he loped along, unable to suppress an admiring mental tracing of Artemis' elegant flank in his mind's eye. Damn, Angel always was a lucky one.

As if to taunt him with his own less than lucky status, the sky chose that moment to open up and dump buckets of cold rain on him. A startled yelp shook its way out of the suddenly sodden Imperialis and stopped him in his tracks for a moment before he bolted for the entrance of the mines he knew was to be found somewhere around here.