Mean Street

Loki was wandering, as he so often did, when a vaguely familiar howl reached his ears. A demanding summons, voiced by a wolf of Hroovitnir's line. He paused a moment, mentally trying to place the tones.

Oh, that's right. One of his slightly-younger half-sisters... Eyfura. Her litter had come around the time he was five months old, but she'd been much to serious for his taste. And now here she was, summoning them like she had any sort of right to.

Loki being a very contrary sort, his first reaction was to turn and walk the other direction. How dare she presume to summon him like a wayward child? But curiosity prickled at him - not about what she could possibly want, but curiosity about what she planned to do. The howl had a very... interesting thread in it, insidiously like unto that of an alpha's command. Was his dear darling little half-sister somehow planning on taking over where Hroovitnir left off when Hati had ended his delusions of starting an empire?

Well, no matter what her plan was, seeing her serious nature clashing with the volatile personalities of their siblings would at least be good for a laugh.

Sauntering casually into sight of the little group already gathered, he grinned. Baldy! And there was Akemi, cockily facing off with Eyfura, who was - true to his vague memory of her - quite a bit taller than the younger sibling. "Good morning, dear siblings," he purred, flopping down onto the rocky ground with what was a surprising - considering that he was flopping amount of grace. "To what do we owe the pleasure of your sanguine presence, Eyfura? You did have a reason for asking oh so politely for us to come, didn't you?"



"Speech"

It's in my nature