a mother and a saint

Toxicity combed over the lands, finding her daughter's pack after some time. It was been a short length of time since they last spoke. She was getting up in age, and in the back of her mind, Abraxas called her home softly, a toneless whisper, more of a feeling than anything. Her story was closer to the end than the beginning and she needed to be sure the next chapter was prepared to be written by the hands of another. Appearing in the mists of the boarder, the older priestess calls upon her daughter alone, not as the alpha, but as a godling.