To condemn a man

If Helios had known the boy’s first impressions of him he’d have laughed, or grown annoyed, probably a combination of them both. He had never flaunted anything in his life, at least he didn’t think so. No the posture he held now was more formality than necessity, a possible warning to the less brave wolves skulking the field that he would not be an easy target, even if he went down there would be a pack of wolves seeking their heads in revenge. In truth despite how used to it he was, the role of leader still felt wrong. His wife was the queen he was just along for the ride, supporting her silently while she lead them into a new age… he was more like to lead them all off a ravine. So despite the appearance of his posture it felt more like a coat two sizes too big than an actual dominant stance.

Another figure approached and Helios stiffened, narrowed rubies roving over her form. The way she held herself set him on edge and his stance shifted slightly. Tail dropping a bit and head lowering, a slightly more defensive position though he was not eager for what he was sure would eventually come. She smelt of Isokan… had something happened to Arian? A slight twinge of worry entered him as he wondered after the fate of his former pack mate.

Then she would speak and the boy would reply. Helios would finally settled upon his haunches with an eye roll. He had little time for the game the boy seemed determined to play but wasn’t quite ready to back down in front of the unknown woman. "If it’s neither you seek I do recommend you not linger long. " He cast his gaze about briefly, his ears twitched back towards them the whole time. "The field has tasted enough blood for ten life times, it doesn’t need to taste yours too." He gave the boy a pointed look, no threat in his words but his tone not wholly concerned. 

 

"Burn Baby Burn"