Take a Bite and Let it Linger

Out in the middle of the Polar Sound, Sephiran was perched on top of a boulder. Cleaning the remnants of a fresh kill from his paws, and soaking in the warmth of the midday, summer sun. Admittedly, his mind was preoccupied- or rather, engulfed by the ploys he created with his innermost counsel. Soon, he would be moving his band of wolves out of the territory, for two reasons: one, they had already depleted the sound of a lot of its resources. Prey was slowly disputing away from overindulgence, forcing the hunters into neighboring territories. Bears were also appearing more often, competing for the little resources the sound had left. And, if Sephiran were being honest, he was starting to become bored. A change of scenery and pace was exactly what they needed, especially if they planned on expanding their numbers.

These musings were interrupted by a howl that resonated throughout the valley- a summons from Aresenn, so he could initiate the mock raid he mentioned a few days prior. Sephiran had no interest in participating- a king did not meddle in the affairs of his servants. So instead, he would be observing- analyzing for any faults in the band's armor. Pulling himself up and leaping down from his perch, Sephiran made his way to the makeshift battlefield. Announcing his arrival with a single, low rumble, as he searched for a proper place to watch the event unfold.  

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