Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

A place called Clarion Heights was nowhere that Arsenio knew. Truth be told, he did not care much to know of it, only that he wished to have some idea of where this strange figure had originated. Even with the answer, the Greek man did not budge his gaze. With Tamar behind them and the lady queen even further back, the misthofóros did not wish to risk anything.

Just a small seaside town called Skoteinó Neró. Where days were filled with sunlight and fish.

Arsenio cast the man a grin, toothy and wild. The harsh glint of his blue eyes did not shift, did not soften. The auburn wolf remained on high guard until his gaze was turned by the strong scent of prey.