Archon had dreamt up Avon simply because he had nothing else going on in his life, and thought a pack would fix his problems. In the grand scheme of things, it didn’t - and Archon’s heart was no fuller from leading. Would he lead again? The circumstances with his children changed everything, because he could not protect and provide for them by himself, and making a pack seemed easier than joining one.
Step one was to secure a land, but he lingered over the Meadows that he once called home - pondering, wondering, if more of his children under fable’s embrace would try to escape, - it was likely the only way he’d get to be part of their lives, if they did.
Another bust, at least for the moment, he was about ready to turn around and scope out some actual land when - was that his sister? He had moved the family this close to Dawnbreak to see them, but in all this time, they never came down to see him; just usually ignored him - so why now?
Why was she here now? Who died this time?
Here, it’s dangerous to go alone: take this.He picked up a pretty leaf and sat down next to her with a grin and wag of his tail.
He paused, and then -
Hey, you. It’s been awhile. Everything okay?


