teach me how to dougie

Tyrian had been thinking. When his father was his age (okay maybe a little bit older, but still. About his age) he'd gone out and made himself a pack. He'd set himself up as king, amass a solid group of rabble rousers and had himself a merry time. Chaos and Ashmedai too had gotten in on it. Hell, enough people in their family had set themselves up in that way that Tyrian thought of it as a family thing which begged the question: what was he going to do?

In the quest for the answer to that question Tyrian now sought out Chaos. His big brother was a really smart guy and sometimes a bit easier to talk to than their dad. He seemed like a good candidate to pepper with questions.

As he rounded a bend in the path that led to the basin's rim, Tyrian called out, "Hey, Chaos? You out here?"