Redtail Rise I like to think of myself less like an "adult" and more like a "former fetus"

Truthfully, if this sort of thing had happened before he arrived at Redtail Rise, Arion would have abandoned his post as temporary leader and fled somewhere else. Perhaps to another pack where they knew not of his treacheries, or perhaps deciding to submit to his wanderlust and once again become a traveler, wandering from one place to another with no apparent purpose. But something had changed within the ebony dusted Greek when he joined the Rise and swore loyalty to Saena. Something clicked inside him and the spirit that had once been subdued and locked up was released, the spirit which had only been alive when he was in Cerberus's Pavilion. To the former heir, it was a miracle, and this time he wasn't going to let it go to a waste.

Each passing day without Saena's return added to Arion's worry and restlessness, his usually terrible insomnia grew worse and he was afraid to take poppy seeds for fear he might actually get hooked on the drug once more. He could not do that, not when his leader had trusted him to co-lead the pack in her absence. Tiredness plagued him everyday, but like his friend and partner, he placed on the mask and acted like everything was in control. There had to be no panic, no one, other than Reek and himself should know of what happened. It would be too dangerous. It came naturally to the warrior when it came to deceiving and lying, but this time there was no joy in it, these were his packmates after all.

Arion was not a wolf who liked responsibilities, but he when being thrust into jobs like this? He was responsible enough. He patrolled the borders daily and even after them, he lingered by the scent line and paced, honey eyes gazing into the distance as if any moment their indigo eyed leader would reappear in the horizon. He kept an eye out for dangers too, intruders, trespassers, any unwelcome visitors. The warrior had been extra brutal, nearly killing a loner for taking a few steps into the territory, but these precautions were needed. For they did not know who or better yet, what, had kept the sisters from return.

Worry coursed through the normally emotionless and stoic warrior's veins as he hunted at the far side of the territory, with pure luck, his jaws clamped around the rabbit's neck and killed it. But Arion wasn't hungry and simply deposited it in a nearby cache and sighing softly as he sank down onto his haunches, lost in thought. Then a howl rang through the air, immediately, the Greek was up on his paws and sprinting across his home to intercept it, normally he would have casually trotted towards the direction of the call, but shadowy dangers lurked beyond his home, and the pack needed to be well defended and protected.

Relief filled his eyes for a moment before regaining their calculating look, Arion trotted forward silently so he was beside his temporary partner in leadership, his posture neutral but proud at the same time, signifying his current position as he watched and listened with intelligent honey eyes.