dying in L.A.

Heavy as he was, the avenger could move swiftly when necessary. He was at the river in a flash and taking in the scene with a hard and practical eye. It didn't take a genius to read the situation are realize something was amiss. A cursory sniff told him the male at their paws wasn't a packmate, but he was such a pitiful thing that Odysseus immediately discarded the possibility that he'd caused trouble of some sort.

Odysseus glanced from face to face before settling his heavy gaze on Epitaph's prone form. He kept it there as he padded closer and took the liberty of looming over the boy to get a better look at him. Once satisfied he backed up a couple steps and glanced again between Shaye and Rhyme.

"What have we here?" he rumbled just as Olafur clamored down from a nearby tree and padded over.