buried alive

Killian took in his siblings words with hungry ears. Volcanic Eruption. Honestly, the thought had gone through his mind but massive eruptions were so fare and few between he wouldn't have settled on such. A wildfire that had come and gone was what he suspected but it was odd that there was little to no carnage. Thus, he responded to the statement with a firm nod. It was evident that the pack had relocated but what perked his interest was what came next.

It was true they had loosely remained aware of the Empire their mother had grown up in. Hamiclar, her brother, was their mighty leader for a long while but the crown was passed to the first born son of his. Hannibal was spoken about some but it did surprise him that the crown had been passed so quickly. Deathbelle. The males brow raised as he lulled over the name. He hadn't heard her mentioned before or if he had Killian did not recall.

The brute had passed through the famine plagued wasteland that had been the Empire. Once home to dozens of Wolves it was a literal ghost town. Even the ashen fields of Boreas felt more inviting. The male offered his brother a nod once again, "I almost wish I hadn't." Killian shifted his thoughts to the present. "Tell me of this new Empire led by Deathbelle. Are you a member?" With the thick scent of Klein and much more radiating from the albinos being he could only assume Eli was in fact in the Empire.