Altar of Twilight You believe me like a god

He'd taken his time to think about whether or not to make this offer, and in the end, had decided he had little to lose and much to gain. A year of his freedom of movement was a small price to pay for the continuation of his line, Ulysses's line, the line of all the many forbearers of knowledge.

He had tracked the mother and son down again, and was relieved to find them not yet departed from the area. When their scents were fresh, he tipped back his head to howl in greeting, and then picked up his pace in search of them.

"Good afternoon," he said to them when he's found the pair, more jovial than usual, but still not quite jovial at all. "I trust you have been doing well?"

He addressed them both, but then looked over Delos with a careful eye. No word of approval seemed necessary, but the sway of his tail gave away his happiness with the boy's steady health.