Late blooming

he traveled away from the tenacious grasp of his family; the choke hold they had on him left him reaching- no.., gasping for something for himself. he set on routine journeys.. slipping through the unsuspecting night with hellish things in mind. his addiction no one knew about.. soon though. soon.
he's disturbed by a wolf near by as they walked over the field. a large one, male and youthful. perhaps a yearling. did that matter?- no. "Getting away from family too?" he spoke with a booming deep voice, baritone notes crashing into the atmosphere. the dire wolf slowly rose from his perch, his thick fur matted from his previous lay. he entertained small talk to figure them out, whatever it took really. by then, a low growl generated from deep within his barrel-wide chest; by habit or compulsion.. he didn't know why his body did things like this. a first nature to him, like a default he didn't have control over.
zephyros' vermilion gaze fixated on the male before him now. his pools gleaming, glowing and hungry while he watched them. curious and attentive to their every move. did rules apply here? the one's Érebos gave him? turning to the left then the right, zephyros stood tall for a moment before stepping forward like the snake he was. "What's..," he breathed in their scent, shuddering at the richness that swiveled around in the deepest cavities of his nose. "your name.." not a question, yet not a demand. his tone was too complex to dissect & his face too stoic to pin an accurate mood to.

"talk" - "think"