objection!

Iroh often found himself with Banshee on his mind, as he explored the western lands or took up an odd patrol as he tried to make up his mind what path he wished to take for Eligos. Surely he had been given enough time at this point to make his simple decision, but there was no clear answer in his mind.

The Klein girl helped him to have some hope and built more confidence in the yearling. He was worth having in the pack even if his path was obscured, he knew very well he enjoyed a good fight. He still felt loyal to Pyrrhic, the Abraxas name, and Eligos. Even if he didn’t know his exact place. Iroh knew he wanted to remain with his kin, and wanted to bring glory to his Abraxas name through works done for his pack. Having a goal and purpose steadied Iroh and he was slowly rediscovering his inner peace.

The yearling Abraxas lingered at the edge of the lake, it was late afternoon. Iroh just finished a short patrol along their western border, curious about their neighbors. He hadn’t gleaned any information, and he couldn’t decide if he had seen a scout or not. He mulled over recent events and drifted off into a daydream as he lowered his massive form to the bank. Tiny little fish darted away at his presence and a songbird shrieked alarm from above. Iroh prayed for clarity, because everything was so cloudy for him these days.

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