On Edge

The woman answered wisely. Archon searched her for any sign of a ruse, but found none. She spoke of the possibility of being called by God and Archon felt his heart stir. He would have to bring an offering for The Fallen God soon as thanks and surely he would spend the evening deep in prayer once he returned to Abaven.

A smile lingered on Archon's face. "Is that what you would like? To be collected? He rumbled. "Though there are two Abraxas packs, there is one pack that is a mix of mortals, but is owned by the Abraxas. That is the pack I oversee. It is called Abaven."

Archon already hoped the woman would come with him, although he understood if she required more convincing. It wasn't easy to decide to change your while livelihood in one day.

"If you would like, it might suit your fancy. There are many wolves there that have not yet learned how to live. Perhaps you could be... an inspiration?"