Put all your faults to bed

The russet man was wrapped up in his own thoughts, his own grief. It shrouded him, seemed to take a beautiful sunny day and threw dark clouds into the sky. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered a scent wafting towards him, thick on the hot air, and yet he didn’t realize he wasn’t alone anymore. Then a voice reached him and he glanced down the steppes, eyes still clouded and he struggled to piece together what he was looking at.

After a silence longer than what should have been necessary his gaze cleared some and he was finally grasping the words the unknown woman had spoken. " Good Afternoon," he finally greeted in return. Helios rolled his shoulders and made an effort to keep his grief from his voice. " They are something aren’t they?" He glanced at his surroundings, not exactly avoiding her question simply choosing not to answer. The man slowly descended taking a few steps towards her but still keeping a polite distance between them.

" I am Helios Olympus, Ephor of Pantheon." His greeting was strained at best, though he did dip his head in a gesture of at least some respect. She smelled of a pack he was unfamiliar with and no doubt she could scent his own allegiance. There was some caution in his posture as well, he had no idea if any packs faithful to Arcanum existed this far out but he wasn’t about to go marching into a trap. He had to return to his children!

"Burn Baby Burn"