'Seriously? What's with these guys?' Ares sighed. He wondered just exactly why they were all so willing to die. Though if he really had to, he probably would end up killing them though preferred to find a way where no one died.
Ares turned his gaze from Beor, who remained on his knees panting, to Heria who had rode over on her large wolf.
"He follows the old laws." She said as she nodded towards the rest of the beastfolk. "They follow the strongest, and it seems you and Saykkera are the strongest, so they'll follow you."
"You have got to be kidding me right now." Ares sighed and then he reached up to rub his forehead. "We've made our bet. I'll return the milk stone to King Abdan and I'll return to tell you what's going to happen." Ares said as he turned and left with Jiaga and Saykkera following him, leaving the mess to Heria if something ended up happening.
