a little visit

It was deeply refreshing for Typhon to know that he had a place somewhere. Thus far, Ashiel had proven to be a capable leader - not that he doubted otherwise - and the feeling of truly belonging to the Abraxas family, something he had never honestly felt, was starting to take hold. He was grateful that he had been welcomed back, infinitely so, and he wished to continue working toward whatever his family needed of him. One thing that he needed some pointers on was definitely fighting. If their family had any hopes of further conquest, he knew it was of utmost importance that their fighters be in optimal condition.. and he knew this was an area that he was lacking in the most.

It'd been awhile since he'd visited his family in the Risen Empire, though he knew by visiting he would only be looked up more favorably by Malleus and any others he might've promoted to higher up within the pack. He looked eagerly upon the cathedral in the distance as he approached the borders of the Risen Empire, thoughtful as he got a better grasp on his surroundings. Finally, deciding not to delay any longer, Typhon tipped his head to the sky and called for Malleus. He hoped his visit would be welcomed, and hoped even further that someone within the pack might give him a bit of training, if they had no other pressing matters to attend to...