High High Hopes

Upon turning a year old Plague had found himself adventuring outside of the packlands more and more. Exploring what the rest of Boreas had to offer had brought him some challenge as well as a small amount of excitement. Other then having to face the mountain that killed his father he had found the adventures to be rather fun. Not much was able to lift his spirits after all. But, as he was walking his routine patrols the male heard a distinct call. They were training summons from his aunt Pandora. Plague couldn't remember if he had met her formally or not but he knew she was the woman who looked to be split. One side black like ink and the other side purely white with albinism.

It did not take long for Plague to arrive at the shrine. Forest green eyes consumed the gathering with mild curiosity. Plague offered a quick nod to his aunt before looking towards his sister, Venom. It seemed the only other two to accompany her was one of Lucerita and Bourbon's pups and the Warlord's purple son. Plague had only interacted with Mojito and hadn't even encountered any of Sirius' spawn. Thus, the cold brute made haste to his siblings side and to a seat next to her. He hesitated a moment before allowing his monochromatic muzzle to brush lovingly against her shoulder, if allowed that is. "I hope to spar with you." Plague flashed a very mild smirk at her before allowing those fierce eyes to land upon his aunt. He spoke to Venom beneath his breath, "You can take all the practice you can get, Princess."