Circe took long, purposeful strides towards Abaven land with Gwydion curled between her shoulder blades. Upon returning to Boreas she'd learned that Archon had gotten his paws on a pack. This, she decided, warranted a visit before she returned to The Risen Empire. She was curious to see how Archon ran things. If she had her guess whatever structure he'd come up with was a bit different than the typical Abraxas fare. He'd never really been gung ho about the whole conquest thing. Neither had she, for that matter. Some, like Malleus, seemed happy to do as their forefathers had done while others, such as herself, preferred using the carrot over the stick. She couldn't speak for Archon, but she suspected he might be somewhere in the middle. Her musings were cut short at the border. Circe lowered her head and snuffed at one of the rocks. Archon's scent was there alright, but it was buried under a stronger odor. It was clear that some time had passed since he'd last marked the border and that struck her as odd. The border was thick with the scents of others so it was clear that a pack still called this place home. Why then was his scent fading? Circe mused over the unusual development for a moment. Perhaps her brother was sick and unable to tend his borders. Or maybe he'd been overthrown. After gently placing Gwydion on the ground between her forepaws, the giantess sat back on her haunches to consider the possibilities. If it was something like the former then she wanted to be there to tend to him and if it was something like the latter then she was duty bound to suss out the fate of her brother and alert the rest of the family. Her mind made up, Circe howled for Archon. She didn't think he'd answer, but for now she would play dumb and see where that got her. "Circe" "Gwydion"

She knew the Abraxas where going to be a thorn in her side. She wanted to hold no grudge against the pack, despite their previous occupation of this pack, but she knew she would have to balance tiptoeing around them with negotiation and force. She would not be walked over, and nor would she allow them any sort of control over Abaven.

Thoughts churning at the meaning behind a call for Archon, Shaye would begin to make her way to the border. She glided over the Serpent's Plains with a growing familiarity, and would see the form of the wolf at her border as she approached. She had stood on the outside of the scent line, for which she was grateful. Had the wolf done otherwise, Shaye would have had to chastise her in someway, and even the thought left her feeling exasperated, knowing any such course would lead to escalation, even well knowing leaving it would do the same.

“Greetings there, Stranger.’ she would murmer politely as she approached. “You are seeing Archon, but he is here no longer. The Fallen God called him away to lead a band of like-minded wolves, and I no not where he is now.” she took a breath. “I am Shaye Destruction, the new Alpha here.”

No sooner had Gwydion finished coiling beneath her belly did a tall mortal woman come into view. The woman wasted no time in telling her absolutely everything she needed to know, from her name, to her lack of knowledge about Archon's whereabouts, to the reason he had left. Circe reached success so quickly and with so little effort that the usually stoic demigod was taken aback. She blinked once in genuine surprise and then recovered quickly. While she maintained her surprised expression, behind it was a calculating mind bent on hoovering up as much information as she could gather. "Oh," she breathed, her expression a carefully cultivated mask of confusion. "I, um.." She shook her head to collect herself and then smiled apologetically at Shaye. "I didn't realize he'd left. I...guess the decision to leave was a sudden one?" she asked, fishing for details about her brother's supposed call elsewhere. "Ah," she exclaimed suddenly. "Where are my manners. Forgive me, my name's Circe Abraxas. I'm Archon's sister. It's nice to meet you, Shaye." "Circe" "Gwydion"