Mind Made Of Stone

Cerberus tucked his chin in a tiny bow as Chimera addressed him as he usually did, and didn't pull away from the large man's grasp. "No, she should be back soon." He stated back. But it seemed Chimera was more worried about the birds up in the trees. Sure they didn't really seem normal, but his life had been so short that the strange happenings on their island didn't really phase him and just felt like a normal occurrence to him.

He too looked up to the glowing eyed creatures that seemed almost like they could all work together to scoop him up for dinner, or that's what their piercing gaze suggested. "They are preparing for something." He noted, and it wasn't a question. Cerberus could hear the whispers, though it was hard for him to understand what they were really speaking. All he knew was that something was coming.

"Cerberus"