Waterloo, I was defeated you won the war

[PHOENIX]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; text-align: justify;"]☂ Aimless wandering was quickly becoming a hobby of Phoenix's, but with the inability to light things on fire at will and few close enough to her she could pester without any real malice forming because of it, it was really the only option Phoenix had to pass the time. And Gods, did Phoenix have time. She could spend her days studying the ways of necromancy to bring back her lost friends, could try to tap into her evocational abilities, but those studies occupied the long nights, every night, and she was already lacking social interaction enough. So far, pacing the outreaches of Elysium's lands seemed to be quite a successful way of meeting new faces, and thus the maned wolf was trekking through the quiet entanglement of landscapes humming a tavern song to herself. In the distance were spots of color, a sharp contrast to their stark surroundings, that immediately caught the lich's attention. Drawing closer she was able to make out their shapes more visibly, and recognized them as - puppies? Phoenix had very little experience with dogs outside of her companions' pets, but they had never whelped.

"You two alone?" Phoenix called as she neared, fictional brows dipping inward to the beginnings of a frown. "Look a little young for it," she murmured, although in reality Phoenix had no fucking idea at what age puppies were good to go on their own. They looked big enough to be off of milk, that was for sure, but certainly too small and young to hunt. The wings were a particularly unusual addition as well. "What's up, kiddos?"