Not going to call uncle

The wolf continued to snarl and snap at him. Archon hummed, "The conviction is there, but do you follow through with it? Malleus and I had our differences, but we were not, in fact, all that different. In fact, with your vigor and anger, you are more where I was when your father and I fought atop the volcano. He wanted to pause and grow the family. I wanted to go out to preach and crusade." Archon offered the raging man a smile. Maybe he really could do some good after all. "Please, by all means, finish what your father and I could not. My daughter tells me she had culled her own sister, and one of her pups who was malformed. Now, do you too possess that conviction, or do you cling to empty rage?"

Archon felt his ties wafting from the world as his form shimmered and shifted. "If you do, then perhaps converse with the Abraxas of Ashen. Then, if you posses such blessings from Abraxas himself, come visit me again on my plane and tell me how it goes." He couldn't be sure the man had anything but anger to give back to the world. As he faded, Archon offered him another smile, "I'll be waiting for you, Nephew."