holidays bring out cousins you never even knew

their journey was long but finally amongst the warlord, time seemed to pass quicker. tireless and without sweat, the dire wolf strode though with confidence steps. heavy deliberate paws making the their over the terrain, carrying forth the golden boy. he walked alongside his dearest sister, Eudora. and before them stood the ever mighty enyo. rumors sailed far down to the south where their extended family laid. marriage, puppies.. his mind wondered why the head patriarch in Cyprus sent him before anyone else. his sister was an obvious choice, but him? his eyes flicker over Enyo's taut flanks with only a millisecond of cleaning curiosity burning forth; hidden from his judgmental sister for now. he clears his throat, glancing to the right as he looked over their surrounds. his ears swiveling atop his crown as the dunamis male awaited for their journey to end.

to keep them busy, enyo spoke aloud to the pair. Kostas received it well, his face empty of emotional cues but his head gave way to a silent nod before saying, "Αν μου επιτρέπεται.. γιατί εδώ από όλα τα μέρη; Αν είναι τόσο αρρωστημένο όσο λες, δεν πρέπει να εκκενώσουμε;(If I may.. why here of all places? If it's as sickly as you say, shouldn't we evacuate?)" he watches the warlord, eyes unwavering as they glistened, intending to hold Enyo's face for a moment in patience waiting.

after some moments, it's then they come across the hulking form of Érebos in the flesh. all the monochrome male's endeavors lead them here. it was said the wolf held a strong footing in the land of boreas. and now both he and his littermate enyo went for packs; only two options remained.. either both would win their packs, or one. it would be an inevitable win regardless. after all, it is all the dunamis could do. win.

upon the sight of Érebos, Kostas bowed for a moment before speaking. slowly, he'd rise with expectant eyes. looking over the patriarch of boreas with a neutral face. skimming over the new scars over his back and chest-, Érebos had been busy. he smelt of various wolves yet most had been relatives of his. yet an unmissable stench littered him in intimate ways. could it be the wife they heard of back home? "Πατριάρχου Βορέα Έρεβος. Σας παρακαλώ να σας δούμε άλλη μια φορά.(Patriarch of Boreas, Érebos. Pleasure to see you again)."



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