New beginnings

Her question earned a neat arch of his brow. Was the name Abraxas important here? Sure, unless you were a fool. He resisted the urge to scoff dramatically. "If you're smart, you'll remember it," Typhon remarked matter-of-factly, a slow shrug following his words. "Give it a few years and I suspect most wolves you run into will know of our family. Perhaps you might even be a faithful follower someday?" He flashed her a playful grin, not caring too much if she believed him or not. As far as he was concerned, the Abraxas family would grow to rule most of this continent - it mattered not how unrealistic this might sound to any outsiders. They were mere mortals - and his family was god in the flesh, so it only made sense that they would grow to conquer all.

Typhon was content to keep his distance, peering at her sideways as he briefly looked out across the lake. "I don't have a home, persay, not yet. I'm waiting to see where my family needs me most." His cousin Amon's pack seemed as though it was full enough with wolves willing to serve, so he'd been sitting by the wayside waiting for his next move. Waiting to see where he could serve them most appropriately; and wondering partially where Phenex aimed to go, as well. But her question had a wicked grin spreading across his features, shaking his head slowly. "My cousin's pack, The Risen Empire, sits on the western edge of the continent south of this one. I'd say be wary of them, but.." He shrugged. It didn't matter much either way; the Abraxas generally didn't stop until they got what he wanted, and he hoped she was smart enough to stay out of their way. "What's your name, by the way?"