Non-Controversal Topics

Archon had been busy gathering things for their last sermon. He had many pups and things that required his attention. Due to that, he felt as if he was lacking in his pack duties. He'd have to talk to Deathbelle about what he could do in the future. He knew he needed to step up to show many of the Kleins their place. So many of them had such big egos with no real reason for it. It wasn't like they were gods, no, just mere mortals with their heads in the clouds. Not Deathbelle, of course. She was different, and Archon knew he was blessed for finding her as she searched for Hannibal rather than his other siblings.

Pestilence called for him and he was silently thankful. She had been poking her nose around the Kleins more than he'd like and he feared she would be taking their ideals and views on religion to heart. He wondered if maybe he should invite some of the like-minded Abraxas for a visit.

"Yes, Pesto?" he said, a light smile on his features as he cam to her. "What is it?"