Öde glances over as a soft whicker and whisper of wings alerts of Weaver's arrival. She's got an easy sort of calm to her, not quite poised and ferocious like Erebos, nor buoyantly aggressive like Öde, but casual, like she walks into monster lairs and slays them all the time. Öde lets his eyes linger on her, his curiosity piqued, but she's talking to Erebos and he isn't here to chat so he glances away.

Another arrives then, and the energy shifts as Erebos intensifies beside him. A red eye slides to the edge of its bony casing as Öde quietly observes his cousin from the side, never having truly seen the man in action, not like this. His leadership is undeniable, and the features of Deimos are echoed in all the best ways inside the youthful beast. In comparison, Öde remains lax besides the stony General. He's got nothing to lead, least of all here, and he doesn't harbor quite the same fear as others might in these terrible marshes or otherwise. Öde's excited certainly, but it isn't a thrill born out of risk, just desire. "Am I not worth mentioning?" Öde asks with a gruff drawl as Toulouse regards him with nothing more than a silent nod. He's mostly jeering for the sake of jest, but there's a slight edge to his humor, more sensitive than otherwise given his rank (or lack thereof). "Öde, Disciple," he throws out, but he hates that he does, because it should already be known. Whatever name he made for himself had been buried alongside his body, and much like the rot had healed over his revived corpse, so too did his reputation need resuscitation. Öde's teeth ground as his jaw stuck out, obstinate, "ass kicker on the side," he finished, suggesting that he shouldn't be so forgettable next time.

Oizy's, the gargoyle mare he'd seen out and about, slipped in with them all too and he glanced towards her with the least interest of all. She was nothing worth looking at, for one, and she was just a brawny warrior chick, so Öde settled his attention instead on Erebos as he started them and plunged into the lair of the beast. Öde follows suit just behind him, hooves plunging into every piece of body-rubble he could find.

"How do you do it Erebos," he asks, breathy after the physical run here and the exuberant pouncing of marrow. "How are you constantly so cordial to everyone?!" Öde glanced over at the gray of his blood, envious, before turning back to snatch another bone from the bog. "Whenever I see you, you're surrounded by the herd, and they adore you."