Piece By Bloody Piece

Although he had been enjoying his time in the north, Sephiran had gotten tired of dealing with the cold day in and day out. Even though it was summer, much of the north was still covered in snow, and aside from Aurelia, there wasn’t much to offer him up there. He decided to travel back down to the southern territories, searching for some excitement and warmth. Part of him wondered if he would run into Aresenn, which he would enjoy. They were always slaughtering things together. The thought of dismembering another fawn excited him, especially if Aresenn would be there. They could make necklaces from the entrails, and gnaw on a leg while they looked for something else to butcher. His pelt started to bristle in excitement at the thought.

As he moved across the prairie, he paid no mind to the animals grazing on the yellowed grass. Herds of bison bellowed in the distance, warning him that they were aware of his presence. But a bison wasn’t on his list of prey today. No, he wanted more of a challenge. He wanted something that would fight him, not just try to trample him and run off. A cougar came to mind, but he wanted something larger, faster, and more lethal.

And to his surprise, the universe would deliver the challenge he craved. He heard the snarls and hissing before he saw the flash of orange and black, the silhouette of a large feline appearing on the horizon. He stopped for a moment, skull lifting as he inhaled the scents that lingered in the prairie. Another wolf was here too. Without hesitation Sephiran strode forward, morbid curiosity driving him towards the unfolding scene.

He arrived just in time to see the tigress taking a swipe at a male wolf, who dodged the attack before grabbing onto a paw. Behind it was a cub, not much bigger than a wolf pup, who the mother must have been protecting. A long, toothy smirk spread across his maw, as the hair along his nape and spine stood erect with excitement. There was something about killing the innocent that made him feel alive. Without a second thought, the Saxe boy lunged forward, throwing himself into the fray as he sought to grab the mother tiger by her left back limb, wanting to sink his saber fangs into her hock to shred the Achilles tendon and render her limb useless. Mom would have to die before the cub was his to claim  Whether he intruded on the other wolf’s hunt or became an aid in this feat, didn’t matter to him. All he cared about was getting what he wanted.

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