Dark horse

He was making his patrol rounds, checking to see if there was anything new that had made its way to the borders, or perhaps to see if anything had changed since the sky had turned that eerie red. He was still incredibly curious about it and wondered what hade made the sky so ominous. Maybe it would go away as Summer drew to a close, but hell if he knew. It was interesting nonetheless. His ears perked when he caught sight of a vaguely familiar form in the near distance. The telltale pelt of one of the Dunamis clan. Hadn't Erebos said that more had come to join them at last? While he hadn't quite made it to welcome them since he'd been busy, maybe now was as good a time as any.

He made his way toward the familiar monochrome form, a smile tugging at his lips as he approached her. "Fancy seeing you here at last. It's been a while." He said as he paused on the other side of the deer she seemed to be trying to skin. "Need some help?" He asked inquisitively, drawing a thin blade from the temporary pack he had strewn over his back and offered it to her. "I've gotta hand it to Medusa, she's an expert craftsman of these bone blades," As strange as Insomnia's leader was, she was pretty clever and knew how to make not only good weaponry, but useful tools as well.