where life takes us

Pheonix had survived. He had survived the darkness and the sun had risen again. Now that everything was settling and the plants began to return even he felt like he was at a stand still. He wouldnt soom forget his daughters demise, but she wanted him to continue on. The male had heard, a whisper, a rumor, there was a pack named Abaven. A teaching place that could quell his thirst for knowledge and legacy of power. One day he would or his children, start an empire.

Carefully pheonix rose his head in a howl. A call for the alpha of this pack. He committed the scent to memory and tried to remain calm even with his nerves setting in. The ancora decescendant wanted to make sure he did things right. Then again what was right? He shook his head, the man was thinking too much.