just a schoolmarm

Eligos slowly lifted his head as a now-familiar voice called for him from the border. He wondered if Thalia, too, heard the voice, and if so, what it meant to her, this Destruction wolf who had attempted to lead her astray. He didn't hurry to answer, but he didn't dawdle either. He didn't want to worry about Thalia being tempted into old habits that she'd gain and only recently left. He knew intellectually that drugs and alcohol had an addictive affect on their mortal forms, though he hadn't ever felt the draw to experience that for himself, so he thought he could understand that it might be difficult for Thalia to hold herself back from returning to those pleasures of the flesh she had said this woman had introduced his cousin to.

Thalia, thankfully, wasn't there answering the call. Whether she was gone or she had smartly chosen to keep her distance didn't matter at the moment, the effect was the same, and he was relieved. He nodded with brusque politeness to the Abaven alpha, his gaze on her bland and distant. "Good day, Theory. What can I do for you?"