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Kerberos does not make it into the grotto: his steps slow and give pause when a voice calls out to him from the velveteen darkness of night. Sos vanishes from the corner of Kerberos’ eye but his presence lingers always. It is keenly felt, and Kerberos fears that the Dark Father threatens to swallow Atka’s light. He’s done many things since his childhood — many thing he is not proud of him, allowing Sos’ darkness to seep into his heart. It was all in the name of survival …at first. Kerberos turns then, slowly, to face the owner of the voice that has attempted to garner his attention. His ears cup forth atop his skull as sea-green gaze slides over her: her pelage as dark as Sos’ own. You just out for a stroll? The woman asks him and the Aok lifts his chin slightly, his salmon pink tongue drawing across his lips as he contemplates his answer. He looks for a place to rest his head for the night and feels that the grotto should be relatively safe: from the elements and from curious wolves. Kerberos does not do well with being snuck up on, especially in his sleep and he has grown to retaliate in a gruesome way that his child self would have been appalled at. In point of fact, his child self would have rather thrown himself into the sea and drowned than allow himself to become what he is. So, keeping himself far away from population and attempting to eliminate the possibility of it that is always his top priority. “Yes,” He finally answers her question, figuring that it is a simple enough answer; and then because his politeness is not something that Sos can kill the Aok continues the conversation with, “This territory is lovely at night. Have you seen the beach, yet? The sea glows.” And it’s easily one of the most beautiful things Kerberos has ever seen in his life. A natural and reoccurring phenomenon that Kerberos is wont to call magic.