Don't Live By The Old Laws

Nothing was like life was only a year ago, Erys had seen his outlook change completely. He’d been broken and abused when Chimera found him, now he was embracing himself. He was becoming a wolf again. He was finding his way in Fenmyre, and helping his King in whatever way he could. That included helping the other wolves of the pack. He had heard about Reila but they hadn’t met quite yet. Erys knew that she was special to Chimera, and he’d asked him to talk to her.

He made a note to do just that, but so far he hadn’t gotten around to a meeting. With Azzurra she had come to him spontaneously, he hadn’t expected to help her as much as he had. Nor did he expect her to help him as much as she did. He was going to go visit her in the bungalow tonight, but as he went by the fire pit he was forced to stop. Reila was lingering there beside the empty firepit with a bottle of wine at her paws.

He approached from the other side of the pit, his ghostly gaze kept low as he came to sit beside the ring. These days a little smile was usually found lingering on his lips, as it did now. He gave her a little nod of greeting, but kept mostly quiet as he sat there across the way from her. "Good evening,” he told her softly, giving her enough room to send him away if she desired.

"Erystotle Atlas"