Saints Preserve Us! We've Been Drinkin' Whiskey For Breakfast!

*Amon* · 05-02-2017, 09:38 AM

Amon had found himself treasuring his moments of peace and quiet. His children, ever independent, were spending less and less time in his company. Amon did worry over them, but he knew this was a natural part of life. It was their right, their destiny even, to reach beyond his borders and establish their own. He mused there, in the quiet dark of his den. Amon imagined each of his children standing amidst their own empire, and what it might look like. He felt he was closer to bringing his family the glory they deserved than any other, even his father. That lit a warm fire in his belly, and he smirked. Sure his father had spread their blood well enough, but to what end? His own children had been bred for strength of mind as well as strength of frame, and it showed. Each promised to give something more to their lineage.

He heard a noise beyond his den. It was hardly enough to alarm him, but it did break his attention. He listened harder, hoping to find it's source. There was a scuffle just beyond his den. His children were growing too old for ambushes so what then- A bit of his sister's scent washed in. He sighed. "Amoooon?" she called down. He sighed audibly. "Yes, beloved sister? Whatever can I do for you?" When his sister's voice broke in on his quiet meditation, he had at once rolled upright. It was in surprise more than attentiveness, though usually when Pyre showed up trouble was hot on her heels, and there was no point waiting for it to corner him in his den. (Obviously, it was too late for that.) He rolled to his feet, still crouched, and began wriggle his way towards the den's entrance. He better hurry before- "Guess what?" He looked up to find Pyre already parked directly in front of his den. Another sigh. "Seriously, take a guess at what I just did."

He glared up at her, his gargantuan frame wedged in the not-all-too-large entrance to his den. "I might if you move," he grumped at her, pushing forward, trying to force his way over or around her. Both wolves were large and he was sure the from the outside it looked rather preposterous. As he shoved by her, he realized her scent was... different. Righting himself with a stretch, he wondered what had possibly caused such a shift, before suddenly realizing several things at once. His sister was definitely in heat, and he could smell another wolf's scent clinging to her pelt. He froze, mind locking up like a startled rabbit. "How many guesses do I get?" He asked with mock sincerity, now that the answer was so blatantly obvious. Well, this was going to be good...

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OOC: omg I forgot I had this table, I've only ever used this once before o.o

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