Like a Sandstorm

The woman approached, her demeanor clearly happy though he still wasn’t about to lower his defenses. A question, probably rhetorical fell from her lips and despite himself he answered. " Be glad you found our little slice of paradise… rumors say there’s a ‘oasis’ in the desert somewhere, though apparently you need to walk for nearly a day in the middle of the sand to reach it."

The man was about to answer her second question, but the answer would arrive on the scene.  His son would trot up beside him and Helios would lean back to settle upon his haunches. He chuckled as well, allowing his son to take control of the situation. It was strange when he thought of it… Hercules certainly wasn’t his double, the lack of a stripe running down his back or Helios having no black markings was enough to differentiate the two… but of all of his children Hercules was the most that resembled him.

The woman spoke again and Helios’ focus was pulled back to their visitor. " Well if we’re still somehow making a stir within the other packs, there is certainly no such thing as too much muscle." He cast russet gaze once more to his son, wondering what he was thinking.

"Burn Baby Burn"