A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

So far it seemed the man had little time to himself, but that was to be expected. It had been a long time since the responsibilities of a pack had weighed in on his shoulders, but he wore that weight with the pride that a king wears his mantle with. The territory markers that he laid out around the mountains were not something that a quick stroll would take care of. To do his duties, Elias had to wake up early and dedicate more than a few hours to thoroughly surveying their area for any differences, any disturbances, and to keep their border prominent among the many other scents surrounding the mountains.

For that, he was thankful. Throughout the first week post their land claim, the Apollyon did not leave the mountains. He was still fleshing out his daily routine, but this part of it was quickly becoming something he was finding more appreciation for. It gave him time to think over all the events happening, overall the interactions he had been having lately with others. His children stood out very strongly among all of those thoughts, his plans for them and how he would begin their training. He was giving them time to settle into their new home, but soon.. would they resent him for his demands?

He was thinking about this when an unfamiliar howl rang across the mountains, coming from the hallowed ground that made up the billowing beacon of Ruina. He changed his trajectory to answer the howl almost instantaneously, his ears attune and attentive for any other wolves that may be lurking nearby while he moved toward it. He was cautious, his usually heavy steps light with a hunter's grace as he kept to the trees on the mountainside. The closer he got to the sanctuary, the fewer those trees became. The titan lurked beneath a stable pine as his red eyes peered through their branches to the ground below, scanning for the one that had made the call.

From a few hundred feet away, the man was just a speck on his radar.. but he could tell something was in his company, on his shoulder. The golden fur of the baboon he was not familiar with, but it intrigued him. He waited a moment, looking to see if any more wolves had come with this man, and then made his descent down the mountain. He gave a low, rumbling growl of greeting as he moved into the open area. His hackles rose to stand at attention along his shoulders while his skeleton forfeited its alliance for an upright posture of nobility, that scar on his chest worn like a badge of honor with his neck lifted to show it off.

"Say your piece," he demanded, not recognizing any scents on this man. He eyed the baboon carefully, taking note of the fangs that made up its smile. It was an odd pairing, but something about the animal on the man's shoulder thoroughly intrigued him, more so than others that he had seen. He might have been caught staring... just a little.