come away come away

He stepped foot on what he found to be called the battlefield for the first time. Since arriving in these lands, he kept to himself...but he was feeling like the solitary lifestyle wasn't suited well for him. He missed his kingdom, his home...but things had taken a turn to the point he was forced to leave, else he risked being killed. He still wore a heavy heart for everyone he'd left behind...everyone who, by this point in time, had likely been killed, enslaved, or forced into fear to follow the tyrants that had taken over. He still searched for his missing siblings and whomever else might have survived...though he always wondered if anyone had made it out.

He trekked across the field with no destination in particular, mainly just checking it out. He could smell the old blood and new, the scents mingling together, creating a scent mixture that he couldn't help but wrinkle his nose at. Eventually he found a small pool of water, and Zeus decided it was time for a drink. Approaching the pool, he stood by it and started to drink, his focus being on that along with his thoughts on his past, he wasn't aware he was in the sight of the wolfess nearby.