The Brewing Storm
04-30-2017, 12:38 PM
Pyrr gave an approving nod as the child spoke his name. Tyranis. “A fitting name for you, lad. Tyranis… sounds like the name of a wolf who will do great things.” The female winked one of her fiery eyes, chuckling softly as the boy placed a paw upon her nose. She didn’t mind… despite her size, her muscle, she knew how to be gentle. “As for who I am… most simply refer to me as Pyrr or Pyrrhus. Though since you're special, you may know my full lineage if you'd like.” The female drew back slightly, a grin on her maw.
“I’m a Guardia of Abaven… but trust me when I say I don’t want to just remain there my whole life.” The femme could see the wonder in the child’s eyes, and she let out a rumble, half growl, half amused purr, before canting her head to the side. “Not sure what the end goal is yet… but I know I’m going to be one of the strongest wolves in Boreas.” Pyrrhus flicked her ears forward. “What of the great Tyranis? Where does his aspirations lie?” She could feel herself growing more excited. Yes… joining Abaven had been a good move. |