Burn

Phenex didn’t know Razi well, though they were the same age and came from the same father. Their father had kept the two bitches he impregnated separate from each other and so the pups rarely spent time with one another. Once they were weaned and their mothers killed the pups were introduced and yet still remained separate. When Father would train them he would keep them on opposite sides of the field, flitting from one group to the other. When it was time for the pups to spar against each other he would pit the two litters together, but their jaw strength during that time hadn’t been enough to cause any real damage.

It was such a curious thing, to be so physically close to a half-sibling and yet so distant. They were not allowed to be curious about each other. Phenex would later suspect that the two litters were a test of some sort, each a safety net for the other. If one litter ended up being a dud then at least he had produced with a genetically different bitch that same season. Backups for backups.

Razi confirmed what Pyralis had said - that Amon was within this southern land, getting the lay of the landscape and testing the locals. Phenex knew how charming Amon could be and wondered idly how his meeting with the established wolves were going. Phenex wouldn’t be surprised if Amon’s silver tongue and infectious conviction had already lead other wolves to their deaths.

It was all a part of the process. If a wolf died at their paws it was because it was their destiny to do so. They had lived with the sole purpose to perish under the Abraxas legacy, even if they didn’t know or accept it.

Phenex thought that it was too bad she did not already know of Amon’s plans but wasn't entirely surprised. Perhaps their older brother was keeping his plans intentionally close to his heart. Phenex knew Amon had plans, he had dreamed of them. The young male didn’t know the contents of the plans, only that Amon was weaving his web like a patient spider.

”I tried to stay around father for longer but he demanded I leave,” he stated, shrugging one shoulder. Father had always demanded his young leave, so this was not surprising. ”Father is growing old. He will not accomplished what he promised us. Amon, however…”

Phenex had had dreams of Amon and their father. The patriarch of the family was slowly burning away, his body blackening and turning to ash. He was always consumed from the tail forward until only his gaping maw was left. From between the blackened teeth Amon would rise, made of the ashes that had once been their father. Born from the death of an immortal turned mortal, Amon held power that had not yet been realized.

”I hear you have taken to healing, sister,” he continued, turning the conversation towards her. ”This will be a boon in the upcoming war, will it not?”