On Edge

His doubt wasn't surprising, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless, though she wasn't sure why. "I suppose you are right, why bother with upset when you're already dead?" Dea supposed she would only be upset if she hadn't achieved what she set out to do in life, other than that she welcomed death to try and take her. His responses were short until she asked about his god, it was obviously an important topic to him because his paw steps ceased to be measured and became the easier pace of a wolf who wasn't preoccupied with counting.

Dea listened intently, curiosity causing all manner of questions to spring from her mind. The god he described, a bringer of pain and devastation, a god who desired his place in the heavens back...This sounded like something she could get behind. "What did he do while he was in the mortal realm? I suppose building an army would come first, to retake your place in the heavens. What about the wolves who are not Abraxas, but help your numbers swell? Do they earn a place in this army?" She had too many questions now, how did it all work? Dea waited as patiently as she could for the answers to the inquiries she already made before asking anything else, she didn't want to make Archon's head spin.