Alternative medicine

After traveling down south in search of some excitement, Sephiran rounded back up to the north. Aside from running into the male wolf fighting the tigress, he found his vacation of sorts to be rather boring. He felt there was much more to offer in the north, given that his newest obsession lived up there, and he often found Aresenn wandering through the wildness. The duo always had fun slaughtering creatures together, or stirring up havoc within the ranks of the northern packs. What more convincing did he need to travel back into these desolate lands?

Only, they weren’t so desolate now that spring had transitioned into summer. A large majority of the snow had melted away in the northern territories that bordered the central, especially around the wall that separated the two areas. Small patches of frost were still scattered, but sprouting from the earth were tufts of shrubbery that only had a chance to grow in the warmer months. But he wasn’t here for scoping out the scenery, despite the opportunities presenting themselves to him. At least, that wasn’t his original plan.

But the universe had an odd way of shaping reality, for Sephiran would catch a glimpse of a crimson silhouette on the horizon, which stopped him from leaping over the wall. He stopped, eyes narrowing in just as the figure vanished around a bend in the stone. Aresenn. The pirate boy was the first to come to mind, a smirk contorting his lips as he strode forward after them. “Arse-“ He went to call out his name, but stopped as he approached, only a few yards away. He noticed this man’s scent wasn’t the usual musk that swathed his accomplice, and he was larger than Aresenn. Not to mention, he didn’t have the gold undertones either. Was this his father? The memory of the pirate party came to mind, as Aresenn’s father was off in the distance, drinking with their alpha. This man looked just like him, but didn’t smell like the pirates. Maybe he was conspiring with another pack?

It was confusing as hell.

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