Phoenix Maplewood No one's ever left me quite this sore

Arion paused in his footsteps, debating whether or not to simply turn around and go back the way he came, therefore avoiding the encounter with Saena. Seeing his leader was inevitable, as she, and her jokester of a mate were the soon to be leaders of this land. And as he was one of the subordinates who inhabited this land, one of the subordinates who filled the caches; patrolled the lands; fought of intruders, encountering Saena was inevitable. Even a stubborn wolf like Arion knew that and accepted it, albeit rather reluctantly.

Father would be upset with him, the stallion knew. Coward. Running away from such mundane troubles; he wasn't worthy of the name Acheron, much less being Janus's son. However much of a womanizer his father was, at least he was somewhat honorable and courageous. Something that Arion seemed to lack right now. The Greek sighed, pawing the grown in frustration as he battled with himself inside his head. Continue forward; double back. The stallion hissed through gritted teeth, blunt claws digging into the muddy earth as he came to a decision.

He wouldn't be a coward. Besides, what had he to fear if he did talk with Saena? Arion was being irrational, he was being extremely unreasonable. Seriously, had the god of stupidity taken over him just now? Little fuckers...

Arion continued forward, chocolate coated paws silently bringing his tall, lithe form forward. It wasn't long before he arrived at where Saena's scent was the strongest; he was just in time to see her tumble into the stream with a giggle. The warrior stood there like an idiot for a second, before he walked forward and showed himself. The faintest trace of a smile played at his lips as Arion stepped into the water and offered her a paw to help her up (if wolves could do that).

"Need some help?" His fathomless eyes and inscrutable countenance betrayed nothing as he spoke in his lilting baritone, "Was it a bit too hot for your liking?" Why else would she be in the middle of a stream? Arion's question, or statement for that matter was not spoken disrespectfully or unkindly. It was spoke in an even, serene and courteous manner with a slight touch of amusement.