Next New Age Abraxas 1:1-5

Takeshi had been out with Sirius training, so he hadn’t even been fully in the territory when his aunt’s call rang out. He’d skidded to a halt in the middle of their spar, jaws open in a pant as he gathered himself and gave his dark pelt a shake. His glowing red gaze turned to the Warlord, expression tilting and shoulders shrugging as if to say ”Family’s calling, what can you do?” before offering a dip of his head and turning to take off into a run. His legs pounded into the earth as he took off, mouth open as he took in great gulps of air but still knowing in his head that he’d be late. He wished he’d had some kind of warning beforehand so that he’d have known to stick closer to the Ashen borders, but what was done was done and he could only hope he wouldn’t be scolded too harshly for it.

It was a few dozen minutes before he arrived, pausing outside the shrine to try and collect himself so he wouldn’t be a heaving mess and to make himself look somewhat tidy. After all, this was a holy place. Once he was gathered enough he ventured in, gaze shifting around to take note of the wolves present, which was pretty much his entire family and extended family. He could feel his cheeks heat up but thankfully his obsidian fur hid it well. He offered a low bow of apology to his aunt, a leg extended and the other bent in formality before he moved to his mother’s side. He’d missed what they were doing and what for, and his glowing gaze turned to her with a questioning brow with the hopes that she could give him a quick explanation as Obi placed his own dirt ball and tools at his feet.