Alternative medicine

To Sephiran’s surprise, he had mislabeled this stranger again. Having mistook him for Aresenn’s dad, he made the assumption that he was handling unsavory business given that he was so far north from their pack. But the stranger was quick to correct Sephiran, even making a joke in the process. This warranted another eyebrow raise from the boy, not finding his comment humorous, but it didn’t necessarily bother him either. Aside from lust and anger, it was hard to elicit other emotions and responses from him. So, he just stared at the man, waiting for more information, which he assumed was coming.

Requiem from Mirovis pack. It was a group he had never heard of, which correlated with his initial confusion about the unknown scent he carried. At that moment, he impulsively sniffed in his direction, taking note of the scent again. So if he encountered another wolf with it, he would know where they came from. To some, it was useless information. But for Sephiran, who hoped to step into the world of politics when he was older, it was pertinent. “I’ve never heard of it.” He mused aloud, still staring into those striking, argent eyes. Maybe this would prompt the man to give him more information about it, without having to ask. “But that confirms you aren’t Aresenn’s dad.” Not a pirate, nor Aresenn’s dad,  Sephiran had met someone new today. But whether or not that would be a good thing, was yet to be determined.

His gaze shifted down from Requiem, as he noticed there was a rather large cluster of odd white-looking flowers just beyond where they stood. He had never seen them before, and they would have been missed if he hadn’t been surveying the man before him. He was curious about them, nonetheless. “My name is Sephiran.” He said before he impulsively moved past Requiem to study the flowers. They weren’t chamomile, or meadowsweet… and their appearance didn’t match anything else he had seen before.


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