get ahead of myself

Their similarly colored forms were dappled under the shade of the palm tree, the wind tousled their fur and cooled the air around them. Belle’s ivory tail twitched in the sand as she let the stress melt away as she spoke. Desdemona offered similar musings as she gazed out over the endless reaches of the ocean. ”No packs, not really. There was a band leader though,” she couldn’t help but think of the Abraxes titan. ”Which isn’t much different than being a loner.” Archon held no territory, and the band was frequently moving.

"Perhaps it would be easier to make your own?" The thought was one that ran through Deathbelle’s head more than once. More than twice, but her plans were still in their beginning stages. She had no shrine for Archon. ”Perhaps, however much work there may be.” She had taken on Banshee without a second thought, she wasn’t afraid of hard work. She would do her best to keep her pretty paws from getting dirty though. ”Building an empire from the ground up does have its appeal.” there was no lie in that.