Mountain God

With his dear, sweet Kaino at his side, Rhazien departed from the serpent plains in the early morning hours. Days prior, Sephiran had given him a single task- one that was more complex than the boy anticipated, Rhazien was sure. Seek out the packs in this region, and gain whatever information you can. While Absinth and Aresenn seemed to be their primary navigators, he had been assigned the diplomatic role- something he predicted, given he was older and more experienced than the rest of the brood. But of course, he wanted his nieces and nephews to keep excelling- hence the invitation he extended to Kaino last night.

He’d met a young boy in a crypt about a week ago- one that smelt heavily of other wolves, and given his age, assumably belonged to a home. Rhazien returned to the crypt after departing from the plains. Reminiscing their fight with the lion, whose body was still mangled and decaying deep inside the labyrinth. Using the scent markers as a guide, he followed it through the neighboring territories. Allowing it to lead them to an enormous mountain range reeking of wolves. There was no denying a group inhabited this place-whether it be a band, or a full-fledged pack.

Sauntering along the borders, Rhazien surveyed the area before shifting his gaze to Kaino. Once she felt ready, he would tip his head to the heavens and release a summons for whoever held this mountain range captive.  

"Speech"