Wolves With A Side of Herb Sauce [Alarik]
The young man wriggled a bit, nestling himself further into the plush grass bed he had made for himself. His eyes followed Pyralis as she came closer and found a place of her own to plop down and rest. Alarik had no way of knowing how close they were to reaching their destination. For all he knew, they might have to travel the rest of the day. So he had no problem taking a moment to relax, especially after the whole bear thing happened.
When he asked about her family, Pyralis seemed more than happy to answer. There were many of them, apparently, and they were all proud and ambitious. In that way he supposed her family was much like his own. Except for the fact that their ambition had begun to die. The storied pack they'd been searching for, Ebony, was nowhere to be found. They seemed to be the only wolves of Xanilov blood left in this land. They'd kind of hit a dead end in that respect. But he listened with interest to hear the story of the Abraxas family. Their origins were in the heavens, quite literally. They all believed they were descended from a fallen god with a mission to escape mortal life and reclaim their place in paradise. Maybe that would turn out to be a dead end too. But of course Alarik didn't say that out loud.
"Interesting," he said. "and this god from which your family descended... did he give any advice on how to get back to paradise? Because that sounds like quite the task. Much more daunting than the task our family placed upon my siblings and I..." "Talk" "You" Think |
