take a bite

At the break of dawn, Sephiran was already awake and patrolling the entrance of the Polar Sound. Fortifying the borders, spraying his scent along the treeline. There was no denying that a group of wolves had moved into the territory. Once he felt content with his work, he began combing through the forest. And during his travels, he kept having pangs of hunger roll inside of his belly. If anyone were going to starve, it shouldn’t be the king. Lips peeling into a sneer, Sephiran suddenly came to a halt. Standing in the heart of the territory, tipping his head back and releasing a summons for two wolves; Auriga and Ezekiel. They both showed interest in hunting- both for sportsmanship, and food. And so, Sephiran would put them to the test. They could use this for training as well.

There was a juvenile moose in the area- would they be able to track it down and kill it?


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