[Erysichthon]

He shifted into his wolf state and roamed for about seven hours before returning to the tent like home he made from rocks,branched, and leaves. It was big enough for two people, so he had room to spread out.
It’s was the middle of winter, and the winds were just starting to whip a crossed his face.
Leaves twisted, scattered like rain.

The air dropped cold, fell thin and grew quiet.
Summer coats were shed in full, soft replaced by denser dark, jet black pelt.
East, north, higher; the mountains a row of jagged teeth, the plains slowly rising to meet them, the ocean disappearing behind massive cliffs.
The young black wolf,Erysichthon, or Ery,climbed alongside the raven that had hopped beside him since he was a pup,they were hoisting themselves up to new heights.
The snow storm came without warning, sweeping aside the leaves for fresh snow that blanketed the sky-high peaks.
One day they woke and the land below had vanished, a carpet of clouds having drifted beneath their very paws and talons.
Ery grinned and bounced playfully in the snow, toppling piles of the powder past the clouds, teasing the floaty substance as it curled between his toes.

He’d climbed a mountain once, but he’d never been so high before!
The clouds under his very feet, the sky a brilliant blue above like nowhere else, and snow drifting higher thanks to air currents that swept up the slopes.

Skidding through the highlands, the wolf timed a dash to throw up a mound of snow onto the ounce.He lifted his head and let a bellowing howl, his howl echoed through the lands.

[Erysichthon]

He had moved from his underground  paradise, leaving the caves under the watchful eye of the raven. He had left sometime around the middle of the night, his thought of finding Ridia being his driving force. He missed her deeply. She had a year to recover from birthing his two youngest children, and with their home now taken he figured she might return to the woods that sheltered them when she raised his six first children. Although…none of the made it a crossed the mountain alive

He moved silently through the woods of the damned. A scent had his attention, familial in nature, but lacking any fresh scent of a mate that should be with him. He had not been there at their birth but that did not stop the behemoth from knowing of their existence.as he came upon the boy in the darkness of the woods he stopped behind him. He eyed the whiteness of the wolf and lowered his haunches to sit. "So the demon has found his way without his mother. You've done a good job in finding your way." In the wolf’s mouth was the head of his mate, Ery fought off the urge to rip the killer of his mate’s head off.