Redtail Rise Shelter

Whenever it rained, Arion would go out into the open and allow the water droplets to soak through his chocolate coat. It would take sometime to dry afterwards, but he didn't care, for when he was underneath the rain, he felt as if Zeus was watching over him once more, he felt as if the king of the gods still cared for him. And the rain kept him from indulging in Poppy once more, for it kept him wet and made him think of nothing else but the uncomfortable feeling of being entirely soaked. He didn't even bother to shake his coat as he wanted the effect to last longer.

Arion had decided to do his best to stop the drug habit, he forced himself to patrol and hunt throughout the whole day until he was exhausted and all he could do was eat a few bits of food and sleep. He repeated the same thing the next day, and the day after that and so on, so far, it worked and he hadn't taken Poppy for quite sometime already. The withdrawals were indeed a bitch, but when the stallion was determined to do something right, he did it right, no matter how hard the challenges that stood in his way were.

Arion's golden eyes drifted to the cache of Poppy he had secretly hid in the forest, and for a moment, a dangerous moment, he wanted to go and take some once more but was saved by Saena's summoning howl. The Greek shook himself, clearing his head as he scaled the ridge and arrived at the area where Gunnar, Saena and Reek already were. He approached in silence, head bowed respectfully to his leaders before he chose a spot near them and sat down.