FEEL THE REIGN

The ranking doesn't sit well in his mind. He is supposed to be a God, and he knows little- so very little. Since his encounter with the vermin who marred both he an his beloved, he as been practicing. Alone, but he as been practicing. He stalks through the forest, the forest his sister reclaimed for them. His forest. He is debating on what ranking he wants within the pack. What is he good at? He's growing better with his fighting skills, and he isn't a bad hunter. His time alone taught him to fend for himself, to hunt for himself. He supposes he can at least contribute there within the pack until he becomes a force to be reckoned with. He isn't foolish enough to think he can take on anyone, but he's perhaps stupid enough to not back down. What can he do for Elysium? The pack is his name-sake just as it is his siblings. He needs to earn the name.

His head tilts into the air- and he calls for her. His tyrant, his sister. He summons her into the depths of the forest- for he wants to discuss himself and the great being he knows he can be. He calls for her- and her alone, discontent in waiting for her to arrive, he paces around, his tail lashing in the murky air behind him.