The boy made a wise decision to not bother running from Aurelio. "Come. Now." He commanded as he started to walk towards the familiar territory of Apollyon, watching the boy carefully to make sure that he followed him. He couldn't hide the grin of satisfaction across his muzzle. Fiamette could have her plaything and he could have his rank. It was truly a fair and just trade, one that he did not mind. He found that, despite his flighty nature when it came to packs and being in them, he could stick around for a bit. Fiamette was not pansy and that was a first as far as it went for pack he was in.
-Fade or exit depending on if you want to do another post or not-
