Erebus didn't fully understand exactly what he was getting himself into. A deep part in his gut told him that he had a small idea of what he was getting into after talking to some stragglers that were near the territory that gave him some times. Whether he should actually believed what they said was actually debatable to the wildcat. He didn't fully trust those that he came across, and he of course wasn't going to trust a couple of strangers that he had just came across. He guessed that he was lucky that he was intimidating because they said that they would give him any information that he needed as long as he didn't hurt them. Erebus did enjoy having others submit to him to a point, but he also didn't want others to be afraid of him all the time. He was coming here for a reason after all, and one of those reasons was to make so called friends. Which had been something that the youngster had yet to acquire in his life, which was perfectly fine with him because the point of living was to survive was it not? He wasn't here to play any sort of game, but he felt like if he was ever going to see his mother again, the female would be slightly disappointed at how he came out to be. The one thing that he never wanted to become though was someone like his father. One who never respected those that he lived around and threatened the lives of those that he didn't want he wanted at the time. He had only experienced that side of him before his death when he was just a cub. It was probably better that way, but it put a lot of stress and strain on his mother to be able to feed her only child. Sabres were great hunters of course, but that didn't mean they were always successful. Once he was old enough to probably survive on his own, Erebus left his mother thinking that it would be the best option for her so she wouldn't have to worry about him and live on without him. He was a burden to her after all, as his mother and his father never wanted to have children together, they were simply forced by the rest of their family to do so. 

The short tailed sabre wasn't fully grown, and he didn't think that mattered all that much. He was still large enough to take on most other predators unless they were a equine because that would prove to be more difficult. Wolves weren't all that much a threat to the wildcat since his body weight immediately outclassed those that he came across. He had never really been in fights before though, as he sought to just vocally threaten a creature and they usually got the drift and would run away. If anything, Erebus acted more feral around others due to his lack of socialization, he didn't have any siblings to be able to establish social boundaries and therefore didn't know what could be considered right and now. Because he wasn't skilled in that area though, he wasn't about to show any type of weakness toward those that would ultimately approach him. Showing weakness gave other creatures something to exploit, and that could either end up with him being killed, or seriously injured. He was going to do everything in his power to survive, so the well being of those around him currently didn't hold any value just yet. Erebus isn't experienced in most areas other than hunting and using the resources around him to survive. He knew how to read the land and be able to find food when the food started to become scarce. He adapted quickly to his environments, making it easier on his body to be able to figure out the best hunting spots and the areas that he wanted to avoid. One of the areas that he wanted to avoid, were the large amount of packs that were in this area. There was something in the pit of his stomach that told him that he should be avoiding said creatures because they weren't like other sabres. They were COMPETITION. Yet, he didn't want to start up anything against the packs because he knew that if he wanted to get himself dead, all he would do would injure one of their own and they would want his head on a stake. How these creatures interacted with each other he wasn't sure, having only met a couple wolves here and there during his journey. He had only met regular wolves and maybe a couple hybrids, but he had never met anything such as a Dire or even a Hellion. Erebus didn't even know what those were, having left his mother and father leaving no time to learn about the outside of the world before traveling on his own. 

Erebus had followed the directions that the strangers had given him, and he noticed that from the treeline that he was standing out, that there was an expanse of open area. He never liked being in the open, as he preferred being hidden in the trees. The coloration of his body worked more for the darkened area of a forest, but the copper hues could also help him hide in tall grass if it was night. He blinked his mixed orange and red eyes before letting a low huff escape his jaws. He was on high alert, and his body was alert due to his anxiety of what was to come. Would there be a fight? Would they turn him away because he was a different species? Did he even know what to say when he finally appeared in front of all of them? Erebus had no idea, and the youngster was starting to slightly panic in his chest. He didn't want to have any injuries to fix because he had rarely gotten any of them in his life. He didn't know how to treat most injuries other than minor scratches and scrapes. His ears were pinned against his skull, and his lips were curled over his elongated incisors in a slightly fearful manner. His nostrils were flared to catch any scent of a group that would smell different compared to the surrounding air. Even due to his young age, he was fairly large around. He stood around four feet tall, and was a little over six hundred pounds to top it off. He was a heavy weight, meaning that he wasn't greatly suited for sprinting long distances or dealing with creatures that happened to be faster than him. Once he got something though, usually through strategy, it wasn't hard for Erebus to rip something to shreds. The short tailed sabre then caught a scent that he had never smelled before, stopping him in his tracks. Erebus had been crouched this entire time, which was a position he felt more comfortable in being in case he had to make a run for it. Occasionally, his claws would show from their sheathes digging into the ground while he fidgeted when he finally stood to his full height. His attention soon turned toward the surrounding area, looking for any sign of movement among the plains. For the time being Erebus didn't see anything, and the sabre simply stood there, having no idea what to do next. 

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