Coming home

Proserpina had ignored his summons, had been avoiding him in fact for quite some time. He had not pressed the matter overly much as it was taking some doin to get the former pack used to living in tents and setting up a new fortification every couple months. But his patience was at an end. He had moved the band down here to where he had grown up, where his father had ruled the Abraxas pack and had basically raised Proserpina, in the hopes of reminding her at least a little of the beliefs she was betraying. Now here, as they settled in, he once more raised his muzzle to call out for her, demanding her presence, and this time calling as well for the young wolf that she had not properly cared for. He would inspect the youth for any change in condition now that some time had passed, and decide from there what he would do going forward.