Oh he was no golden god. That much he knew for certain. More like a golden devil. With the way his mind and body had been guiding him as of late, it was a wonder that he had made it this far in his life. Per usual, those same troubling thoughts continued to plague him. And he was left wondering if he was heading down a road that there was no turning back from. But for now, his attentions turned to a noise scurrying from underground nearby. And it was very close by. He opened his light colored lids to reveal blue eyes like that of blue topaz, staring hard into the brush until a young girl came forward.

Her body condition looked terrible, causing him to rise to his feet in alarm. Where on earth did you come from? Also, I know this is a stupid question, but are you alright? What happened? It seemed as though one of her legs was damaged, and her demeanor was like that of a kicked puppy. It did concern him that she wasn't of the pack however, the lack of Elysium wolves' scent on her coat. Cyrus did think to warn the others at first, but then decided to wait and see what happened next. With any luck, he could handle this little situation on his own. Also he didn't want a certain daystar to come rolling in with her possessive nature, and attempt to further kick the girl's butt. No, he certainly could not have that.