[Cerberus might be a little more on edge when, not far from where they've settled, a piercing howl rings out through the forest. A steadily rising call to arms, the threat of battle. But none answer the call and it is only a few moments later that a large dark wolf, nearly the size of Cerberus himself comes trotting down the path, splattered with blood and panting, seemingly quite pleased with himself. Before he stops short and just cocks his head at the other beast, his left ear pure white and drooping in a decidedly more domesticated way than any self respecting wolf would have.
II
Well. That's a big fucking Fianna.]