cantlos, the first moon · claiming howl

Though Kerberos felt significantly guilty for leaving Neverwinter after the kind hospitality of both Styx and Katrina, when Jinx had begun whispering about her plans there had never been a doubt as to what Kerberos would do, where he would go…who he would follow. Jinx was still his Mambo, and she would always have his respect as his leader because simply: she had earned it. It was not something that Kerberos gave so freely, mostly due to the fact that most of his life he had lived in an anti social hermit shell that took every ounce of Kerberos’ courage and willpower to break free of. His decision to leave Neverwinter had calculated and exactly what he needed to do. Following Jinx and joining her Bon Dye felt right and the nudge of Atka onwards, the salty scent of sea brine -- so far from the physical body of the Sea -- gave Kerberos all that he needed to know. Jinx’s howl rose first into the crisp autumn air, and then the voices of strangers lifted, too, to the heavens, only a few he recognized. Without further ado, the Beta joined his song with that of the other’s, his pearl and it’s seaweed swathe clutched tightly between his forepaws upon the chilled earthen floor - close to his body, where it would stay until he found a den. We are Bon Dye