Could he smell anything? Suddenly, Deucalion's demeanor seemed to change, and he smiled like a predator seeing its prey for the first time. "Of course," he replied. "You." He knew that it wasn't the answer Jeremy was looking for, but how could Deucalion pass up an opportunity like that? Jeremy smelled divine -- as the alpha had alluded to multiple times before -- but he didn't let it get to him. He knew what Jeremy wanted to hear, and so Deucalion took a moment to take in the scents of the reserve. "No," he said at last. "No. All I smell is you." This time, it wasn't meant to be taken any other way than what he said. He didn't smell Julian, who had a much different scent than his twin brother. Leather, pomade, and expensive cologne.
Deucalion much preferred Jeremy's gentler scent.
He followed Jeremy into the forest, keeping his eyes and ears open for anything else that may be present. But tonight, it seemed, they were entirely alone. And he couldn't help but feel the despair of Jeremy not finding his brother. Deucalion remained silent as the boy processed things. "He's somewhere," he offered. "We'll keep looking." It wasn't how he wanted to spend his night, but as he'd said before -- he was a man of his word. And as upset as he was that he had to sacrifice his own personal time to help out a boy he barely knew, it wasn't so bad that he would feel resentment toward Jeremy for it. Deucalion saw it as an opportunity in more ways than just one. He would get to know the boy, and Leviathan would trust that he could do his job.
At the joke, he gave Jeremy a sardonic smile. But when it became evident that he wasn't kidding about howling, Deucalion sighed. "Lions roar, Jeremy. Not wolves. And it's late," he said. "Have you heard a werewolf howl? It's not like the entire town will be able to sleep through it." Not to mention that Deucalion didn't want to scare the boy off quite yet. He may have been raised by wolves, but that didn't mean that he was accustomed to everything that they did. They could be terrifying beasts, and Jeremy would have to endure Deucalion with the knowledge that he was no exception.
Then, after a moment of hesitation, Deucalion turned to make one last sweep of the reserve before opening his mouth and howling. It was loud -- thunderous, even. The wind seemed to pick up, carrying the sound with it. An eerie, melodic undertone almost masked by a roaring beacon. Deucalion knew that the chances of Julian responding were slim. Generally, howling only worked for packs to identify each other, but if it was something that Julian was looking for, then he'd come. When Deucalion turned to face Jeremy again, his eyes were settling from a red back to their normal blue, and he gestured toward a large rock that was big enough for two. "Now we wait," he said, sitting down and leaving enough room for Jeremy.
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