Sow His Seed

At one moment, Archon was pondering. The next, snow was flying up in all directions and a pup- well maybe not completely a pup anymore- was asking who he was. Archon adjusted his head to look down at the girl, his eyes seeking her mismatched ones. She didn't hide her suspicion and Archon found it the slightest bit admirable.

"I'm Archon Abraxas, the new... Overseer of Abaven. And you are?"

Archon wasn't sure about the title, but he would see how this one reacted to it. The young girl was surely a member of the pack. Her coat was deeply scented of the surroundings. Archon sought to keep his expression soft. His own feelings were forgotten as he tried to gauge how the girl would take his presence. God forbid she freak out or start crying- Archon was no use at soothing others.