Party till the cows come home

É R E B O S

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perhaps the most unexpected arrival,- Érebos strode towards hemlock. the invitation guiding him here for a birthday party in the name of maki. a yearling he once met back at the illusion oasis, retrieving her name from shared acquaintances soon after; her pack called Heiðinn at the time. Érebos found no reason not to attend- remembering their neutral if not silly & slightly odd encounter. politically this was the perfect opportunity to notify hemlock of hellborn as its own singular entity whilst making a good impression for potential allies, not just with hemlock but perhaps other packs. so he pursued the path to the stone steppe, guided by the chattering of a group gathered and the smell of food high in the air.
Érebos brought a gift of course, holding it within his maw as he galloped heavily over hemlock's borders. entering in and discovering the plentiful decorations of flowers and lights. a lovely set up for an important day- he was amazed at the flow of wolves present. from different packs & all- he would make sure to represent hellborn in the best of ways as its Reaper & royalty.
coming to approach the crowd, he swiveled through them, careful not to bump into anyone before spotting maki. coming to a slow halt, the reaper placed down his gift near maki; it was an elegant bouquet of fresh red roses, lavender and cannabis. a fun and thoughtful gift, in it's own way a silly & clever notion. "For you, 'Maki'. Certainly not a child any more." he chuckled with the inside joke as a friendly smile plastered over his maw. he then dipped his head in formal greeting before saying, "Hellborn sends warm regards. Happy birthday from yours truly, Érebos Dunamis." he furthermore acquainted himself and his pack. doing the lord's work today and making efforts to connect & socialize.
he smelt an insomniac amongst the crowd and made mental note to greet them soon after, curiosity coursing through him for just a moment.

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