May I Borrow A Cup Of Sugar?

"Ahhh I see. I'm so used to family and pack being one and the same." That's how it had always been for the Abraxas but then they were rather unique among wolves, being descended from gods and all. The youth introduced himself as Tyrian Imperialis and he went on to explain that Legion used to be in the north until it was taken over by his nephew. Wait, his nephew? Aureus cast the youth a curious look but opted not to say anything. He had heard of such situations. It wasn't unheard of for an elderly couple to have a late litter that would be younger than their peers in the family.

"Risen has stayed in my family since it's beginnings. It was first started by my great uncle but he had to leave to deal with unrest in the homeland. That's when my father stepped and took it until-" The words died in his throat for a moment and he coughed lightly to clear the lump that was starting to form a knot. "He passed away just recently, thanks to my idiot uncle Archon and that bloody volcano. My brother rules now.” In truth he wasn’t quite sure if Archon was an uncle or a cousin but he didn’t really care. It felt good to say something bad about the wolf out loud.