Greener Pastures [Abraxas Meeting]

While Seth appeared meekly, Astaroth did the exact opposite. She swaggered over to where her father had called, though she had jogged at first. Now, though, that she was much nearer... well, there was no need for all that rush, hmm? Quetzal certainly seemed to agree, though she doubted the serpent would ever really question anything in regards to her movements. The cobra himself was quite pleased otherwise with being able to relax in the sun and the warmth of the dire wolf's fur.

Despite her confidence - one might say arrogance - Astaroth was curious about why this... urgent call existed. Was something the matter? Or was it simply... time for new news? Hmm, well, she'd find out. She had been lucky to find herself not too far away from her father when he called, so she wasn't too surprised she was one of the first to show up. What did surprise her was... well, her aunt. Pyralis always took a rather interesting approach to things, and generally was split a lot further than the rest of the family was. She also... carried the scent of another wolf on her, a wolf that stank of fear. Crinkling her nose somewhat, she regarded Pyralis with a curious look on her face, before turning to look at her father.

Smirking, she winked at her father in greeting, an almost too inappropriate greeting - or rather, it would have been had it been anyone other than Astaroth. Her eyes flicked only briefly to Seth; the little creature was of no concern to her - hell, he could fit under her. She was certain that she was bigger when she was three months old than he was now. But, no matter. Without a word, she flopped her ass on the ground and waited for her siblings to show up.