Bad Omen

In the days immediately following his return to his family and joining Elysium he had stuck close to their lands, trying to prove that he was there for good this time and attempting to form some kind of relationship with his new bride. However, after his slip up and the "punishment" he had received at the hands of Alastor he had begun wandering and keeping his distance more often than not. The slashes across the left side of his face were at least mostly knitted together by now, the flesh still fresh and not quite the tough scars that he assumed would likely come of them. He kept the thought of them at a distance, avoiding thinking about the changes in his appearance or how they came to be.

Instead, he wandered out to the Stone Steppe where he had heard some events that went along with these strange statues and happenings around Boreas. He wasn't even sure if he was particularly interested in it, but it gave him a destination at least instead of just moving aimlessly. He moved through the crowd, aqua gaze roaming over the various wolves and attendants that moved from activity to activity. It wasn't until he was called out by a black fox along with someone else. His brow raised at the vulpine and he glanced to see who else it had called for and spotted the distinctive form of Relm. The odds that he and the other Elysium wolf just so happened to land here at the same time in the same portion of the Steppe seemed slim, but here they were. Without many other options or alternatives he walked forward and joined Relm at the fire the fox was building, glancing skeptically over whatever it was doing.

"Deimos Medacium"