No Back Stabbing

My, was Absinth a snarky little bitch. Her comment was rewarded with a shift of his gaze- emerald and amethyst eyes honing in on her, as his tongue slipped through his jaws to caress his serrated fangs. He had taken a piece of her alright- surely, the memories of him sawing through her skin were vivid and nauseating? Still, Rhazien chose not to say anything. He only kept his gaze on her for several moments, before shifting it to comb through the crowd.

The young wolves were quite interested in this lesson, which was encouraging. Aresenn even answered their questions, and gave more pointers. Rhazien was starting to understand why Sephiran wanted this boy in their brood. He seemed to have experience in battle, with other packs at that. He was also open to teaching the others, to increase their chances of success in the near future. And he reiterated the importance of unity, which was a concept Rhazien had been trying to force down everyone’s throat. The Saxe were hardly the type to restrain themselves- they turned on each other from time to time. But, so long as this group shared a goal and worked together to achieve it. They would become unstoppable.

Offering Aresenn a nod of approval, the older Saxe stood from his seat. Bowing down to stretch out his upper half, before straightening out and shaking his pelt. A look of indifference on his face, as he sauntered away to reflect on Aresenn’s teachings.

”Speech”