Sow His Seed

Archon made his way around the pack. He tried to envision it without snow. Although he was sure there were many beautiful lands in this region, he wondered which ones were best for packs. If God himself were to choose a land, which would he choose?

All of them, of course, and rightfully so. If there were to be a limitation on God however- which of course there wasn't- then how would he decide which lands to conquer? Perhaps the lands mattered not as much as the wolves within them. What kind of wolves lived in Abaven, Archon wondered. Sparrow hadn't been much help- both refusing to give names and to say anything other than "see for yourself" when he asked about what types there might be.

Archon sighed. He expected such a reaction, although it was becoming increasingly hard to deal with. New lands, new wolves, right? Archon squinted across the snowy landscape.

How long would he have to endure the cold, he wondered.