With a trudging gait, Requiem followed along behind the male who he had had the misfortune of stumbling upon in the Swamplands. It seemed safe to say that the search he had been so adamant on making had failed wholly and pitifully. He had been so determined to keep looking for her, for a sign from the divine that he was still with favor in the form of the lovely red lady who had met him once before, the likes of which he had already come to associate as being an emissary from the one who watched over them all. But rather than find her in all her glorious beauty, so reminiscent of the woman who had brought the cure to the sickness in answer to his prayers what felt like seasons ago, he had found this man and was now a claimed servant instead.
It smarted what little pride he possessed in knowing he had been subdued so quickly. He had hardly had time to react before the male had him pinned, effecting a violence that the brown yearling had been wary about evoking in full. His muzzle still stung from where the other wolf's teeth had held his jaws firmly together, preventing injury and attack and basically stealing away any chance Requiem had of defending himself. Teal eyes that faded to green upon their lower edge stared at the wolf's form that walked with him in both nervousness but also in spite. He might have been forced to come along quietly, but that in no means meant he had to like it.
The walk they made to the place his captor had called Apollyon had been a relatively short one so he had to assume his misfortune in finding himself in this position was entirely his own dumb luck. If he had only stayed closer to Ludicael - Sawtooth - then he might still have had his freedom. A touch of further anxiety crawled up his spine and made the fur along his scruff rise when he scented the border, noting the instant it was crossed over. The territory itself did not make him feel any better. Where his home had always seemed so bright and welcoming, even the Hot Springs shrouded in their warm mists, this was less hospitable. The forest was dense and twisted, adding a chill that was at odds with the warmth of the season. What sorts of creatures lived here? Was this the punishment of some sort? Had he well and truly fell out of favor with his powerful divine? Ears turning back upon his head once again to betray his anxiety, Requiem followed silently behind Aurelio, fearing the worst.
