Firefly Glen well shit

☼ He hadn't seen his sisters in a while now. Revui wasn't accustomed to being tasked with things, and their absence meant that everyone had to be extra vigilant in order to keep their home secure - not that he minded, being the way that he was. It bothered him more that Hydra, Lyra, and Ayla were off having an adventure and he had not been able to keep up. Arcturus had, to some extent. He pined for adventure as strongly as he desired his family to be returned to him. The Cerberus were mighty and they had much to teach him. That they lured Arcturus away, leaving Revui to mind the mountain alone, also bothered him. He had thus decided to go hunting for his brother regardless of the safety concerns - he might have been a prince upon the mountain, accustomed to a certain level of security, but Revui wasn't going to let anything stop him. All these silent demands proved to the universe that the mountain had spawned a beast who was inherently, powerfully, selfish.

It was not enough that he sneak away from his place beneath the stars. Not enough to steal his way down the mountain along it's many passages, without a word to anyone. Although he did not speak he could have easily singled out someone and let them know his intentions. The thought never graced his mind. Before long Revui was striding through the angled trees of some foothills, and then he was crossing the border. As the scents of his family's claim faded around him he felt a certainty, a confidence, much like he had felt upon finding Behemoth (or the intimidating Buckshot); the world was his to explore and to conquer. It wasn't quite as thrilling as the game he had played upon the mountain — of deer and teeth and blood — but being away from home afforded a certain sense of wonder that even the surly boy could appreciate. He felt liberated.

Going north a few days ago had yeilded some decent results; that had been where he'd found Behemoth, but Revui doubted that much lay in that direction beyond a few lesser mountains. East was a bust as well. Or, rather, he did not want to tempt fate and find that burly bear-wolf again — he was still quite irritated by the way that stranger's voice sounded in his ears. Beyond the tone, the sounds themselves didn't hold the lilt he was accustomed to. Behold, Revui was xenophobic and didn't even know it. So he went wherever his whims took him, and they took him across the hillside until it began to descend in to a more even plateau. From there he could see a vastness that went on for miles — a seemingly endless corridor that vanished where his eyesight failed. The horizon held some secrets, but by the time he realize just how spacious the wilds were becoming around him, the sky had begun to darken. By evening he was prowling through a foreign glen and Revui hadn't found any sign of his brother.

He had spent the entire day - and part of the early evening - hunting for his family members. In that time, Arcturus could've returned home. Perhaps even his older sisters, with news about their lost one. Understanding this only brought a new sourness to Revui's already strained mood. He was tired of roaming and his belly needed to be filled, and to find that his efforts had all been for naught made him, understandably, frustrated. He wasn't mindful enough to consider bedding in the glen for the night or else he would have sought some shelter, then headed back at first light the next day. No, his hunger was too strong — it was always one of his biggest motivators — and thus he set about finding something to eat. Revui's attention drifted from his brother to his next meal, and with his attention fully devoted to seeking out prey scents, he was stunned by the subtle aroma of blood in the air. It was so faint he would've probably missed it had he not been so hungry.

Revui's jaw grew taut. He reflexively licked his lips and stood for a moment with his mouth ajar, tasting the air, until he got a good whiff of the aroma, and then he shut his jagged mouth and went in to homing mode. His head dipped below the natural line of his shoulders and he began to sniff the soil, finding that the dirt was quite a bit colder here than on the mountain. The boy trailed along like this for a few minutes before the scent died out and all he could smell was the slight dampness in the air; although it had been cloudy all day, there was a chance that rain was on its way. That or the season held its own cool note to it, which was just as likely. A few more tracing steps and deep breaths, and he was at a loss. The scent must have come from somewhere else — and so he paused and lifted his head, and that was when he saw it. Around a bend in the trees there was a silhouetted form that he estimated to be pale, like his father. It was difficult to tell how large the body was because it was moving, and as Revui was drawn closer to investigate, he noticed a darkness breaking up the silhouette; it was a wolf, and much larger than he initially judged. 

It was carrying something.