(Alright, thankie.~)<br/><br/>Syrus's ears twitched. With a groan, the wolf boy sat up and stretched, strands of gray hair falling away from his face. He ran a hand over his trim stomach, which emitted a low grumble. Syrus lept out of the tree he had been dozing in and inhaled deeply. The scent of a young maiden filled his nostrils. She was nearby. Tail wagging, he took off into the brush to find her.