Better Heads Need Shut Eye

Elias was leading the pups down the mountainside, preparing for a day of imp training among the treacherous terrain of Mount Volkan. The howl interrupted his plans, but the intentions behind it brought a wicked grin to his maw. He liked this Tyranis, he liked his ambition. He excused himself from his children and let them know they would be responsible for their own training today and to remain in the territory of the maw, something they would perhaps be thrilled about.

He wasn't far behind Ty, though he took his time more than his son seemed to. He followed him, watching him as the serpent clung to Tyranis' neck. He found himself the best vantage point he could from a distance, a slightly raised and bloodied hill. Whoever answered this call would hopefully gather that Elias was here to watch, not to interfere, judging from the thirty-foot distance he left between them.