Erebus soared overhead, letting his thoughts wander. The cold air created frost on his muzzle, and he could feel it forming over his feathers. He licked his lips, giving his wings a hard flap to shake the ice crystals from them. The skies had always been his preferred place, but -- for this -- he would need to be on the ground. He turned in the air, coming in to land at the edge of the territory line. He gave himself a hard shake after his paws touched land, pulling his wings in and letting them warm themselves against his thick fur.

He scented the air, the smell of wolves flowing over his tongue. The salty taste of the ocean was close behind, faint but there. "This is a good a place as any", he thought to himself, the nebula pattern in his fur rolling darkly as he shook again. Satisfied that most of the ice was out of his fur, he threw his head back and gave a deep, baritone howl. Though the sound was deep, it was loud, echoing eerily through the trees.