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There was a few vendors out and about in the maul. All for the post holidays, they sold trinkets and supposedly left over items. Some just sold overstock, others sold things that hadn’t sold at all. Then you had the vendors with specialty stock. The ones that carried what you wish you had seen pre-giftmas. It was the key vendor that fell into that category. Frost hadn’t been able to really find the right gift for his friend, Thackery. He knew the boil liked keys so finding a booth selling ornate fancy keys? AFTER giftmas?

Kick a dog while he was down.

Red eyes peering down at the various keys, the vendor assured him that they were of the highest quality. Quality keys. To what, he didn’t know.
It seemed right up Thackery’s alley.
But as he was inspecting the wolfos didn’t pay much mind to other around him.

Keys for a ‘king’ Frost was close to thinking he might have picked a good one out when another boil bumped into him. Red eyes looked up at the source of the apology only to be suddenly taken aback by the sight. He looked kind of like Thack. An older Thack but not Thack. A sniff to the air told him no, it wasn’t his friend but it was close. A relative perhaps? He couldn’t be sure. Then again, it just might be another of his species, some could smell rather close in comparison.

“It’s alright. No harm done and the booth here is not very large.” Picking up the key they had bumped over in question Frost ran it over in his hand. Solid, a good weight… but it didn’t feel right. There was a sense for gifts, and while it would be a good gift, it just wouldn’t be the right one. Offering it to the other boil the white wolfos couldn’t help but ask. “Pardon, but you don’t happen to know a boil named Thackery do you? Over at Amityville?”

Frost never thought much about keys and their significance, but to some, they were important. He guessed he could understand why, what with needing to open and unlock things but then he didn’t lock a great many things away. As Eberus sniffed a key Frost blinked, picked up another possible key gift candidate and gave it a sniff as well.

It smelled like metal and someone who ate a hotdog recentl- on no wait that was his hands.

Ears did perk up and his tail give a slight sway when the boil confirmed the wolfos’s suspicions. So we was indeed Thack’s brother. “That makes sense then. You smelled and looked a bit familiar to him but I didn’t wish to be rude and assume. I wasn’t aware he was a triplet however.” Facing the other boil, the ghost gave him a bow. “I am Frost in the Storm. Ah, the ‘Knight’ to Thackery’s ‘King’. A bit of a long story. Still, he’s a good friend, though I am the fool who forgot to give him a present this passing Giftmas.” A look to the keys.
It would be a hard decision.

Frost shrugged. Around or not, they were still there, which the wolfos suspected, was nice. “He still has you to call brother, which is more than many might have. My own kin are too far north to be of comfort, but, here you are. Thack likely enjoys the fact you are still here with him, even if slightly at a distance.” A small reassuring touch to the other canine’s shoulder, Frost smiled. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Erebus. And.. not.. quite. Ah, how to explain.”

Key forgotten, the ghost sighed. “It was scarentines and I believe we were a bit… off. Not quite ourselves as it were. He declared himself King Thackery of Keys and Pain. I was dubbed his Knight. Since then it’s just been a bit of drawn out fun really.” Looking back at the keys, he picked one up, black and rather thorn looking in it’s design. “He’s a friend, and I’m loyal to him in that respect. Even if I…” A small whine bubbled up in the back of his throat. “I’m quite terrible with gifts.”

Frost shook his head. “You’re welcome, though thanks is unnecessary. I try to speak only truth, even if the truth is often muddled or difficult to deliver.” A shrug of his shoulders Frost smiled at the news that Erebus would be around more. Thack could use to have his brothers around more often, after all, kin were the closest pack you could have. Actually did Thack have a proper pack? He was canine and he’d seen him with a few other canines but not quite in the club. He’d have to ask later.

That would all come in time, as right now, red eyes were trying to find the right key. “It’s good you’ll be around I think. And yes.” Another key picked up then set down. “The perfect gift is… difficult. The easiest solution is to just by them all, but not quite sure that is the best of ideas. I am sure though, if it comes from you, he will treasure it reguardless.”

Frost couldn’t help it. He just couldn’t. A small chuckle escaped him as Erebus seemed more nervous than Frost… and then some. “You worry more than I do. He will be happy, then again, it’s rare for Thack not to be.” He’d be more worried the gift might upset.

At the question to what he was Frost gave a small hop into the air, and remained floating before gentle falling back down. “Ghost, not demon I’m afraid. White wolfos, so, close to a wolf. We actually consider wolves a sort of distance cousin really. Hold them in high regard given that without them, we might not exist.” He smiled. “You were close, but then my species isn’t the most well known.”

Frost nodded. Outgoing was a good word for Thackery. A very.. accurate one with his various antics. “I’ve been mistake as a few other species before, as well as monster. But then I know that us wolfos have a few offshoot relatives of the monster variety. But that’s interesting. I’ve met a very hellhounds but, they all have been quite different, just as you say.” Pausing, he pulled out his wallet, eyeing the keys.

“Hmmm…” Picking up a black key, it was rough and quick sniff told him it was iron make. What drew his attention however what the head of the key, embellished to look like a dog’s head. “This one I think.” Frost then cast his gaze to Erebus. “Will you be doing the chest of keys idea? If so, I wouldn’t mind pitching in.”
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