Lion Head Mesa Pólemos II

They had gone to war, and he had been left behind to guard the queen.

Arsenio had grown restless in the time since the Pharaoh and his warriors had marched on the Saints, aiming to strike down the white witch and her followers. The Greek man was irritable, even while understanding that his role had never been to fight in the war. Part of him had always believed that he would have been allowed to march with them, like a fellow soldier.

Ah, but they did not deserve the strength of a demigod. Arsenio was forced to remind himself that he had been blessed by Zeus and that the strength of gods flowed in his veins. It was not to be wasted on the likes of the white witch and her measly band of renegades. He was beyond them, beyond all who walked the mortal realm. Arsenio knew that he was bound for Elysium.

The auburn wolf moved to patrol the borders and to protect the mesa from any who might try to attack while the Pharaoh was away.