haggard!?

It was official - Deus and his sister were full grown adults. The Abraxas man could hardly keep up with the passing seasons after his uncle's death, but somehow still the months still passed and with them, he aged. He had grown complicit in his lessons, hardly trained or hunted or did anything really to hone his skills. Deus needed something, anything to hold onto and aim for. He'd decided as a yearling that he'd follow Aureus' path into becoming a Mantle, and now that he was no longer considered a child he knew it was time to approach his uncle about earning a real rank.

Deus loitered on the edge of the frozen lake for a while while he built up the nerve to call for Eligos. What if his alpha did not see he'd improved enough? Would he be stuck in this rank of Haggard forever? At one point in time Deus had sworn to himself that he'd be the perfect Abraxas specimen, and he was failing. With a heavy sigh he pushed past his train of thought, straightened his shoulders to hold some semblance of self-respect, and howled for Eligos.

"Speech"