No Back Stabbing

My, was Rhazien surprised. If anyone was going to be calling a group together to train, assumably it would have been a Saxe. So, when Sephiran’s little crimson friend released a howl, summoning the warriors to gather. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. These young bucks were so haughty, weren’t they?

Enthralled by the call, and the possibility of bloodshed. Rhazien loped through the Polar Sound, until he found the gathering of wolves. Several had already arrived. Two of them, the distant cousins that pledged their loyalty to Sephiran. Sweeping his gaze between everyone's faces, before flashing a smirk at the tyrant himself. Rhazien took a seat among the others, waiting for whatever this was to begin.  

”Speech”