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When Malleus cast a glance down the mountainside, Archon mirrored him. He could see, only barely, the merged form of Obi and Deathbelle. No doubt that Obi clung to Belle as she leaned into his form. At this moment they needed each other. While his brother may have been judging the young heir, Archon's mind was full of loving and longing thoughts.

Finally, Malleus turned to him, simply offering for him to rejoin the pack and to grow accustomed yet again to 'their ways.' No, Archon knew their ways. The ways of the Abraxas as Amon had taught them. They were gods and warmongers. Archon couldn't do it alone, but he knew the pack of Risen as a whole hadn't been either. Maybe Archon wasn't doing exactly as his father taught, letting his mates help raise his children, letting Obi help with the religious affairs, and whatever else, but Malleus didn't seem to be doing much different. All that power and it sat, stagnant on Auster.

Archon shook his head slowly, "No, brother, I have found my place, but it is not in Risen," he said solemnly. "Perhaps it is time for you to also venture out some, Malleus. You could visit Ashen for a time, or perhaps stretch your paws across Abaven."