Deimos
Dare we know the halo's hanging low
“Actual hunting,” he mentioned casually, rolling his eyes as well and finishing off the remains of his hot chocolate. Patting Erebos soothingly as the youth gave a small squeal in the midst of whatever dreams were occurring, he listened to Kiada’s insights. Longheat was a distance away, and likely no matter where they hastened, save for Halo, the Ancients would be able to conquer a multitude. “That could work,” he supposed – he’d make it so in the reels of schedules, duties, and responsibilities. As for Fox potentially changing his mind, he arched his brow; uncertain why the monster hunter would be adverse to exactly those actions. “Propose it to him and see what he says?” He gave a quirk of a smile at the intentional pun, contemplating other reaches. “Then let me know.” Not everything had to be decided right then and there.
