Holding power

*Amon* · 06-26-2017, 02:28 PM

Amon heard a howl ripple out from the canyon's far end. Knowing that both Naamah and Pyralis were likely nearby would have comforted him if not for the pups they protected, both born and unborn. The fur on the back of his neck stiffened and a lip curled upwards before the final notes of the howl settled and begun to make sense. It was a familiar sound, yet not a voice that was familiar to him. More family? Certainly no one he had met before, but clearly worth investigating. The titan hauled himself to his feet and began a well-paced trek towards where he assumed she must be waiting.

It was near enough to where Pyralis had given birth, though he did not know where she was at that precise moment. What he saw was indeed a new face, yet her features hid trace notes of the familiar. In the set of her eyes and ears, the bulk of her shoulders, her size. The wind pushed her scent towards him, which he considered carefully. He scent did not carry that of other wolves, but he knew it was a long journey from where the core of their family had last been located, and he would not have expected any tell tale scents to yet lingers. Regardless, he was confident in believing that this was another family members. Others in the area knew better than to disturb the demons who had made this place home.

His voice was level and calm as he greeted her, though he maintained a healthy distance of perhaps two dozen lengths between them. No need to push it. "Greetings. I am Amon Abraxas. You've stumbled onto the grounds where pups are being reared. Not the safest place for unfamiliar faces." If it was a threat, it was a mild one, and certainly implied that he expected an introduction of her own. The statement was true no matter where she might go, and he thought the woman would have to be an imbecile to push her luck with anyone protecting their young. Certainly anyone would respect that. He meant her no ill will if she truly was kin, but he intended to unearth proof of the matter before allowing the youngling any closer. She was younger than his own children, he thought, so obviously would have been born after his departure. Was she a half sibling, or a cousin perhaps? Amon was eager to hear her explanation, and to know if she would be more deserving of kindness or violence. It was always a thin line to tread...
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