Right to It

Toxicity had entered her heat and with that came a purpose to become a mother. She wasn't experienced in these things, but she needed to find a good, strong, non-dedicated male to sire pups for her. It was an inconvenient task and the idea of her body being in such close proximity with another sent her fur bristling, but it was to further the Abraxas name. With Pestilence out of the picture and all of Archon's other pups just being gone, Toxicity felt pressure to keep her bloodline going. She had so much to teach them. Obi lingered ahead quietly to serve as witness to the holy consummation. If Tox had her way, she would have it all done at the shrine and she'd never have to touch another wolf, but that wasn't really an option at the moment, so she ventured out, following the scent of a male who seemed strong and of age to be an ideal donor for her.