Snowforest Taiga the world won't wait

for @Arius

dionysus was not tamed quite so easily as his goody-two-shoes brother. where hermes valued structure and rules, dionysus valued having a good time. because really, what was the point of anything if it wasn't fun?
so of course he followed dad out of the territory, and way beyond, because that was the epitome of cool and fun. only real big kids left the territory without adult supervision! which was probably for a good reason, now that dionysus was thinking about it. like the very real possibility of getting lost. not that he was lost. nope, not him. he definitely hadn't gotten spooked by dad's howl, run away, and lost the scent trail he'd been relying on for a sense of direction. that would never happen to sweet rule-abiding dionysus.

hello :D 

the information on diesel's current wounds is in the "appearance" section of her profile

also, i assumed this takes place somewhere in this-ish area, unless that's completely wrong

Damn, the white cunt got her good. 

Diesel's head felt twice its size, which probably wasn't right, else the front-heavy mastiff would have toppled over. The piercing pain had subsided, but each time she moved her face it hurt like a motherfucker.

Ah, well, at least it distracted from the hunger pangs.

She had been giving the mountains, where Scarface's pack supposedly was, a wide berth. Not that she was a coward, no ma'am, she just wasn't looking for a quick way to die. If other wolves were the size and strength of the one that roughed her up, then the dog was quite likely to end up with a gaping open throat if she continued that way.

She was still in the plains, for some fucking reason. There was a forest in the distance, sure, but the last thing she needed was to have a run-in with a grizzly bear. So, she opted to wander the open flatland instead, at the mercy of the cutting winter winds, dark clouds looming oppressively overhead.

Eventually, it all got just a little too much for her, and the wounded dog laid down behind a boulder which protected from the wind.

Maybe a little nap would be in order...

Wherever Dionysus went, Hermes was always trailing behind. It’s become a habit, at this point, to follow his brother. It was a necessity, really. He was always wandering off somewhere getting into some kind of trouble. Someone had to keep him out of it, so whenever their dads weren’t around Hermes would take up the duty. 
It’s a rigorous job for one little boy. Dionysus’s outrageous acts were getting more and more extreme each day. But this. This took the cake. Hermes could not even begin to fathom how far he’d wandered from home.
Hermes managed to catch up to his brother eventually. Shocking really! He was beginning to doubt he’d ever make it. But no matter how far Dionysus ran, his older brother would always find him.
Hermes stopped in front of a bolder, puffed up his chest, and yelled; WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING.