The smell of decay wafted through the area, the prey around scurrying away as the body that released the scent drew closer to them. The sound of soft panting would filter through the area, each step that was taken silent in their wake. The small body of a hellhound drifted through the area, the scent of a bordering group drifting along their path as they guided their way through the forest.

The canine made his way towards the border, pressing his ears forwards as he listened for the sound of anyone approaching. He would settle down just on the inside of the border, the pup glancing around the area with a harsh closed off gaze. Solsken would honestly be surprised if anyone came to find him, he wasn’t typically the type many sought out. The hellhound pup and been chased from many borders, each one saying he reeked of death and decay, he never understood why. Suppose it would have to do with the fact he was a God but even that information was unknown to the pup at the time.

Tails flicked behind him, the pair eventually moving to curl around his body before resting atop his paws. Leathery wings shuffled against his back, itching to spread out but being refused by the owner. Blueish grey orbs swept across the area once again, on a constant search for anyone who might would show or try to sneak up on him. For a pup he was such a flighty distrustful creature.

The head of the creature snapped towards Dario, gaze narrowing as he stared at her. The hatchling looked too young to be out and about wandering around, he wondered where her parents were, though they were some parents if they were letting her walk about at such a young age.

“I do not smell bad,” he snapped, fur bristling at the comment. A soft growl rumbled through Solsken’s chest, ears pinning backwards for a brief moment. Confusion swept through the hellhound pup as he watched the excitement filter across Dario’s features at the sight of his wings. He glanced back at said wings, one spreading out a bit, before shifting his orbs back onto the child. “I suppose I do,” he hummed. “Where are the adults of this group?”

Solsken lowered is head, ears pinning to the side. “Hatchling you’re playing a dangerous game with what you speak,” he mused, his cold gaze flashing with irritation. He wasn’t fond of others pointing out how he smells, it wasn’t something he could just fix.

He lifted his head back up before pushing his body up to stand just so he could stretch. “Well then in guess we’re going to be here for a while,” he hummed. “What’s you're name hatchling?”

His head shifted towards the feline as she came forwards, ears pinning back as he glared at Aphra. His gaze drifted between her and Dario, snorting softly to himself. A growl would soon vibrate through his chest, lips curling back in a snarl at the mention of how he smelled. “I only seek shelter within a group, it’s near impossible for a pup to survive outside of a group on their own,” he stated. Or at least this was true for most pups, the hellhound had been on his own for quite a few months now and figured he would be able to continue to survive on his own but he didn’t want to take any chances. “I bring no harm to the Coalition,” he hummed.