Weather the Storm or let it Rage

Dominus loved these caves, having dwelled within them his whole life and still found new twists and turns in the cavern that took him to new places. Some were dangerous, and he'd done his best to mark each tunnel and turn. It was a rare occurrence that he would stumble across a turn he had not taken before, but tonight seemed to be a night of discovery.

There were many points of the cavern that lead to the peak that were too tight, he had to squeeze his shoulders through to the point where he worried he would dislocate one, yet he somehow managed to get past the narrower passageways and it was an easy walk from there. He could hear the unidentifiable sounds of a bird's chirping echoing down the tunnel walls. It was repetitive, but not so high pitched that it annoyed him - he used the sound to gauge how long he had left before he reached the end.

By the time he left the cave and entered the courtyard clearing made on the peak, he was rejuvenated with newfound energy inspired by his curiosity to discover what was left here. He wondered if his father had ever lain eyes on the black temple before him, or if this place had truly gone undiscovered even while Ruina reigned beneath it. His eyes were big, lightened by the moon as he cautiously stepped forward. He was a massive wolf, yet, somehow... even in his maturity, he kept the look of a boy just by how big and bright those blue eyes were. His fur, although thickly grown in together, was still short.. much like a yearling.

Really, it was just the result of an unkempt grub living on his own in his youth. A lost boy.

He silently crept toward the temple, curious as to who he might disturb and who it belonged to. He could smell a woman, undoubtedly, but nothing else lingered as far as signs of life went. Just her strong fragrance and the chirping of what he could see now to be a robin resting at the top of the fountain. He mistook the glow coming from the water at first for moonlight reflecting on its surface, but as he drew nearer that light became more and more.. surreal.

By the time he realized that it was her and her glow, he abandoned all of what he previously knew about wolves and their genetics. His skin prickled involuntarily by the overwhelming, eerie feeling that he got from looking at what he could only assume was the work of a demon. Was this black temple their home? And what.. was this woman to them?

He could say nothing audible, he couldn't move, he was simply locked in place at the edge of the fountain staring at the flowing fur of the woman bathing before him. Someone should have told him staring was impolite, but, they did not.