He strode across the territory, patrolling his borders while at the same time, seeking out two individuals he had been meaning to talk to. His son showed promise, and it was his ruthless drive that would do well in the future. Pausing at the far eastern edge of the Plains, the man would howl into the sky, a call for Forsaken and Amachi. He was highly interested in her, and he hoped the pair would agree to what he wished to tell them. It was time the pack needed some encouragement, perhaps this would be the first step towards it. He would seat himself, waiting and scanning the terrain for the pair to arrive before him.

The call of his father was not something that would be ignored. Forsaken rose to the call, flicking his ears back slightly as he moved like a wraith from where he'd been laying. The man had little interest in things, save for one. Squirrel. The slave was like a breath of fresh air in this world that was full of the largest amount of bullshit that Forsaken had seen yet. Though he knew not the dangers that awaited them, the young man felt certain, just like his father, that there would be repercussions for them taking Threar. Were they prepared for that? Certainly. Forsaken would arrive to his father's side, slipping up beside him and taking a seat. He would look out over the plains with his golden eyes, breathing out slowly. "You called, father?" He'd glance over to the man, a mischievous smirk on his lips. The devil's son was always ready to play. Ready to serve. ""

Cry for Truth - Michi Amachi wasn't one who just idly sat by while she waited to be called. The woman would have her fur rattled up, no injuries were done to her but it definitely looked like she had been doing something. Training her mind and body every morning, it was what the perfect soldier did. Where you would disconnect your feelings completely in order to cause as much damage to your opponent. Indeed it was how Amachi had lived most of her life, and the situation she had been placed in her emotions had been locked down for the most part. It wasn't like she was emotionless like that male.... Liar who had taken a liking to her daughter. She simply hated hurting, Amachi knew many of Sin's children probably wouldn't accept her. So she would be ready to aid at any moment. As she appeared in front of sin, she shook her fur to get rid of some of the tufts hanging out. It still looked like she had fallen out of a tree. Which she had at one point, but she kept climbing until she had found a branch suitable to support her large body. The huge beasts eyes would dilate for a moment before returning to their normal state as she dipped her head to Forsaken. "Sin." she turned her attention to the male. ""