Slice em & Dice em

By the time Sephiran had awoken from his sleep, dawn had already transitioned into the late morning hours. He had taken refuge beneath an outcropping of boulders, which shielded him from the wind during the night. For much of the morning, it had kept him out of the sunlight too. But now that the sun had risen higher and shifted towards the east, he became exposed to its rays. Given it was early spring, the warmth felt nice. His dark pelt soaked it up, and for a while, he basked in it before he grew bored of laying around. With a loud huff, the Saxe boy rose to his feet before shaking off the dirt that had collected on his pelt. With a long stretch, he bid his temporary bed farewell and headed out into the plains.

He was alone for several hours, which wasn’t all too surprising. He had used that time to practice his stalking skills, as this new place was abundant with prey. He had just chased down and eaten a small hare and was tracking down another target, when something far more interesting caught his attention. The scent of a female wolf drifted in the breeze, emanating from somewhere nearby. His muzzle lifted to the sky, nostrils quivering as he drank the scent in, rolling it across his pallet to collect any information he could. There wasn’t the metallic, pheromone-infused scent of heat, which was disappointing. But there was a female nearby, nonetheless. Which was something worth sticking around for, seeing that he had been so deprived.

”Speech”