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Kerberos has been put on high alert since his family told him what had happened-- he had been goofing off, too far off, to help when the attack had come. Now he could pace two steps without all five eyes darting off in every direction. The massive white hound prowled around the bones, striped red and orange tail waving like a flaming banner behind him.

The smell of strangers alerted him, ears pricking and his trio of heads swinging toward the voice that called out. Bonebound. Immediately, the cerberus raced across the fields of bones, kicking up femurs and rib bones under heavy foot as he flew to intercept Astraea and the Collector.

"Hello!" He woofed, sliding to a stop and sending up a spray of smaller skeletons under his paws. His orange tipped, right-most snout raised and let out a loud, carrying howl-- a signal for the rest of the Bonebound throughout Canis to hear, and hopefully come. "The rest of the Bonebound is coming," the middle head informed politely, and he lowered his haunches to sit, and then lowered his each of heads deferentially.

His moral compass did not know what to make of politics. He was a much more simple creature, one that had learned by teaching that murder was wrong, and otherwise obeyed his instincts. His fur itched at the two strangers, the rumors he had heard of their visitors buzzing like flies at his ears. All he knew was that right now, it was better if he stalled until someone with better diplomacy explained the situation.