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Iroh was being a good little soldier in training as he marched over the Empire’s borders. This was the closest border to their den and the young Abraxas frequented the spot. His head was held high, but not so much that he couldn’t survey his surroundings. When patrolling the border you had to be aware of what was around you. Not just by sight though.

Th boy lowered his head to the path before him, sniffing at the highway in the woods. Most of it was pack wolves, a couple prey species. What was really interesting was the musky grease scent he picked up. Iroh blinked his bright blue and lavender eyes as he lifted his head again and looked behind him for Zagan. He couldn’t put a name to the scent but it was possible that his brother could.

He shifted his barrel like body to return the way he had come, sure that Zagan had mostly followed him this way. Striped tail wagged high behind him as he ducked into a thicket thta would prove to be a shortcut. What he hadn’t expected was the sudden presence of predator. Iroh didn’t know what it was, but it was big and black and as it blinked its eyes into wakefulness, angry.

Iroh stuttered uncertainty as he backtracked once more. His long awkward legs quickly got in his way as a bit of fear wormed its way into his heart. He squeaked as he tripped over a branch and landed hard against the earth. Eyes wide as he took in the pursuing predator he called out to his brother for help. ”Zagan!” He screamed, trying to be brave but suddenly fearing for his life.

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