the sun is shining the birds are singing

Erys yawned as the sun warmed him and before the reason for his wakefulness became more apparent. He was no stranger to a hard day’s work but Erystotle never really had a fight in him. He did know how to heal the after effects though, he’d seen more wounds than he liked. And death and despair.. It wasn’t very often he was reminded of the darkness in his past but the sound of the princess’ soft whine brought him back. It was the desperation in her voice, the sounds of one who had nearly given up and pushed through. Ghostly white eyes were brought to her small form, wet from the swim, and matted fur clued him in on her injuries.

Erys was immediately at his paws, he didn’t think twice about rushing to her side. Like he would move at seeing Chimera’s wounds he would do the same for his children. "Scylla?” He asked after her worriedly If it was a threat her father needed to know, and she needed treatment.

"Erystotle Atlas"