Greener Pastures [Abraxas Meeting]

Seth traveled onward in his odd, almost hopping gait, his face carefully blank of any emotion but a pleasantly alert facade. He'd struggled to keep up with his dire wolf cousins the whole trip here, knowing that falling too far behind and showing weakness could be his death, regardless of all else he had done within his short life to prove his worth. He'd made the trip with his head still on his shoulders, though, and now that they were in this new place his uncle and cousins had been more or less too busy exploring their new surroundings to be immediately concerned with him so he'd had the freedom to "explore" on his own and rest his strained body. Now he was back to his full strength, what there was of it, and was joining his cousins in exploring in earnest.

He tilted his stunted head to the side slightly to listen as a distant howl drew him onward. His uncle called for them, and it was not in him to ignore the call. A faint smile twisted his muzzle. He wondered if any of his cousins would be fool enough to not show up. That could make things... interesting.

He approached docilely along the sandy beach, oversized ears pricked forward but his head and tail held in a state of submissive relaxation. "Good day, Uncle Amon," he murmured, his voice carefully respectful as he bowed to an exacting amount of propriety - not a smidge more or less than what Amon's station above him demanded.