I like those odds

Toxicity hadn't given much thought past trying to rear her pups. After she had silently gotten rid of the weakest one with it's seizures and ungodly small nature, Tox had taken it upon herself to try to better herself. She was a formidable fighter even if most of the time she was only using her teeth to try to murder her once sister. Well, did kill. Once anyway. Not that she knew, but Pestilence was out and still living.

Still, as far as Tox was concerned, Pestilence was only a part of the threats that faced the pack and herself. A growing number of people on the pack were non familiar and definitely weren't of Abraxas beliefs. After Venoms rejection of dispatching fallen ones, Tox was in no way going to share the culling of her own pup. In another world she could have gone to her family, mourned the loss together, used it as a way to get closer to each other and God. But that was not this life and Tox felt more and more that she had to guard herself and the shrine. Those that came there were not there to worship, and if enough in the pack felt uncomfortable with her rituals and worship, she had a keen sense that Venom would turn her back on Abraxas all together. In her rise to power, she had become less ally and more like their mother- post Archon death.

Since she couldn't trust her sister and alpha, she needed to protect herself. Her mind as well as her teeth and claws needed sharpening. She needed to learn how to act on her own, especially if she was going to keep on her toes with her pups in the future. She needed them to stay with Abraxas. She NEEDED them to. If they were unable, then there was no telling how or what Tox would do next. She had thought her purpose was to help lead her siblings, yet they all strayed. Now her pups were her last hope, really her last shot at faith.

So when the call came from Plague- someone who still had a shot and she didn't wholly dislike- Tox was keen to answer. Her pups were left safely at the den with Obi and she took a moment to straighten up her fur and dip in the springs to get the sticky lingering den scent off of her pelt. She still smelled of her den and remaining pups, but it was more subdued than before. With a hearty stretch, Tox set off on the path to where her brother called from.

She wasn't terribly used to coming and going out of the various parts of the pack, but as long as something was around the shrine, she could be there and if it was elsewhere, while she may take a while longer, she was still a competent wolf and could find her way... Eventually... Probably. As long as it wasn't on one of the God forsaken islands that she guessed had bridges or something to and fro in order to get to. She hadn't even really been totally sure how many islands were theirs or how they were patrolling them, but as long as the shrine was safe it wasn't a huge concern of hers.

Eventually she made it through to the clear area where Plague and another man stood. He looked Klein enough and smelled like the pack, but Tox wasn't sure if she had or hadn't met him before. Maybe she had and her brain had decided to delete his existence from it- who knew. Her eyes didn't linger longer than it took her brain to decide this was a Klein and moved on. If he was a Klein he was probably an inbred mongrel and who knew what all issues that would cause. Probably more incest if she were to guess. She instead dipped her head in Plague's direction briefly, settling closer to the other side of him than the stray Klein before him.

"Brother, what has you calling today?" she asked lightly, her eyes gliding back towards the stranger, "And who have you invited with you?"

She had an inkling, and showed it in her stance even though she wasn't on edge, she was still standing readily. Training, she assumed, but exactly what was anyone's guess to her.

Wc:730
Twc: 1519