✴        The scent of death clung to the boy as he scaled the mountain, looking in every nook and cranny for something to play with, to plunder, or to otherwise keep himself entertained. He had been busy on the lower reaches of their claim for a few hours that morning; the scent of raccoon had baited him beyond the territory fringe and upon finding himself faced with a mother and it's weak progeny, Revui had bayed for his brother and they had torn the tiny family to pieces. But now he was alone, and the blood of the strange creatures had since dried across his platinum coat and muddied his chin and throat with deep browns.

He was, to be frank, increasingly bored. It had been an easy hunt and a quick kill, leaving Revui with a yearning that he had not felt before. He wished the fight had lasted a little longer (like the wolverine had) or that it had gotten his blood pumping faster (like the mother doe had) but as he climbed the mountain, he was met with nothing but the howling of the wind and the eddies of mist along his favorite ridge.

✴        Any child born on this great mountain was told the stories of the Cerberus, and they were fortunate enough to be taught directly by the three sisters; thus, even within the ethereal drift of the mist, he could see and recognize this sister with ease. They were an identical set, but somehow the children always knew which one had caught their attention. Revui saw her — this great black shape — and felt a series of emotions that vaguely registered.

She had been his favorite, up until she had taken Arcturus as her pupil. Then he had felt jealousy in sharp contrast, and subtle resentment. No such emotion colored his mind now as he pursued her across the mountain's many paths, for he had found himself a playmate and was eager to get to work. A part of Revui would always wish to prove himself the better brother — but he loved Arcturus too, in his own way, and no matter how much they competed for the affection and attention of their family, that would remain constant.

Revui did not make a sound as he hoisted himself through a narrow culvert of stone, and scrambled for a moment until he was situated on the next ledge; from there he could take after Hydra and avoid a cluster of twisting forest where the mist had become so thick that the trees all but vanished. He was soon on her heel, and it was at this point that he yipped lowly to seek attention.

✴        He did not know what the woman was chasing, but he knew his sister. She was well versed in many things and had become something of an idol to the newest litter on the mountain; her sisters too, with their many and combined skills. Whatever Hydra had found would prove to be an entertaining thing, a thrilling and bloody spectacle if Revui had any part in it, so he followed doggedly after her with as much speed as he could muster. The graying of the world around him was something of an oddity though, and as he was too young to have experienced such strong fog, he was slowed by it. Revui was indecisive where usually he was the type to run in, break things, and never ask questions.