Go ask your mother

*Pestilence* · 08-23-2019, 12:20 PM

Pestilence's early life was full of playtime and fun and adventures, but lately it seemed like all she'd been doing was listening to sermons and learning about Abraxas culture. Now she was tasked to create a sigil and the small pup was all too confused about what she wanted to use to represent herself. Her mom would certainly have the answers, and that was her first stop after the sermon explaining what was expected of these odd symbols.

Pesto was practicing her stalking at the same time, following Deathbelle's scent from the palace all the way to Wolfpaw Lake. However the trail became muddled the further into the territory she walked - too many wolves had traveled these paths and her mother more then once, it seemed. She struggled to find the freshest trail, and finally gave up. Plopping her butt upon the ground she tilted her head back and howled for mom with the same method dad always commanded their presence. Pesto's call however was much squeakier, pitchy, and undeniably a frustrated "Moooommy!"

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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