He’d felt it, just as they all did when the door between the realm of the living and dead was used. Placed deep within Hade’s home below the Isle for Haemon to bring the souls that passed on to the underworld. The odd thing was that it was a ripple from the other side, meaning someone had come through. Growling he moved, stalking from his outpost back into the tunnel that led below, silent as the night. His movements calculated as he breathed in deeply, nose flaring slightly as he easily picked up the scent that didn’t belong there.
Placing himself so that she’d cross his path he waited for her to pass him in the shadows before calling out, voice deadly calm. “You don’t belong here little hound.” Slowly emerging from the shadows, his eyes glowing and arms crossed over his chest he continued. “None are allowed through the gate from our realm. How’d you get through?”
She sensed him before he spoke, but just barely, and lifted her head to meet his eyes steadily.
“I was sent. Zeus wants fresh eyes on the Isle.” She spoke honestly, head tilted just slightly so her throat was bared to the more powerful hound. The king of the gods had miscalculated in sending a hellhound. Her loyalty would be first towards the spawn of Cerberus and Hades, and Hades himself, before Zeus. But that wasn’t for her to argue with. So she was here to serve and guard, and here was one of the two she was to follow.