feed my soul

É R E B O S

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she seemed in a be in her own bubble-, a world erebos wanted nothing to do with. god forbid it was contagious.. he seats himself, taking that she was no obvious threat, if one at all. still, her size was one that he'd watch for, calculative eyes darting over her horns and face. taking mental notes; 'a Klein?,' he thinks, must've been a family. "No, not a Klein," his deep voice assured her, his eyes lifting from their harsher glare by now. "A dunamis."
erebos finally does her the decency to reply her previous question- partially. "You're a yearling yes?" he took an educated guess; she was a big one, but her youth spilt past her dual tone eyes. she a beautiful wolf at that, hopefully she lived to become graceful one day. "Are you a healer?" he asked for his own reasons, secretive for now.

"talk" 'think'