"Speech"

Nura had stuck relatively close to her nephew's old lands, wandering further westward as her whims took her. Her paws met with hard, stone earth, the stench of sulfur telling her she had found herself upon a fiery mountain; aged scents of many wolves trapped within the pock marked stone. The woman had a life time's worth of patience, though she still wondered when Archon may seek her out to bring her into his flock.

Despite her strong desire to eventually find her way back to her sister's side she had told her nephew she'd offer her skills and she had the resolve only certainty she was fulfilling her role as set out by the gods could give her.

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These mountains called to him again. Last time, Archon had met with his sister here. A land where a pack vanished in an instant after his departure from Abaven. These lands felt powerful. Perhaps they would be a good for a training ground later when Archin had his Band of Fallen Angels.

As Archon meandered around, Obi Mon Kinobi decided to stay back and work on a way to contain the hot liquid this mountain exuded from its many crevices. The primate was convinced it could be contained and that it would be useful. Archon could see the merit in the study and left Obi to work on his tasks.

Over the strong scent of the mountain, Archon smelled Nura and actively sought her out. His aunt had made her intentions known, but Archon had to be sure before he made any moves. As he approached, he dipped his head.

"Nura, have you been well?"