Trouble brewing

On the prowl for knowledge once again, Rhazien left the confines of the serpent plains, heading in the northwest direction. A foggy memory appeared in his mind, as he approached a thorn engulfed thicket. This was where he treated that bear pelt with Strai. He hadn’t thought about the kid in ages- hardly able to remember his face now, given their encounter was seasons ago. He wondered how he was doing, and if he’d grown into a strong young man- and if he was still wandering around alone. He would have been a fine specimen to claim and mold into a warrior of their brood. Rhazien regretted not trying to take him back to Sephiran that day.

Ducking beneath the low-hanging branches, to avoid being smacked in the face by the thorns. Rhazien maneuvered through the thicket with precision, stopping here and there to inspect oddities. He was about halfway through the territory, when the scent of a feline caught his attention. Putting him on alert, as a sly smile curled his lips. An opportunity for bloodshed. How thrilling. And then, something else came to him- the musk of another wolf, increasing with each second, an indication they were heading his way.

Stopping, he would allow the stranger to approach. Eyeing the male who emerged from the thicket, analyzing his figure through the tall grasses. Younger than himself, shorter but robust in his figure. Thick scars adorning his flesh- though, whether they were a testament to strength or weakness, was yet to be told.

Rhazien's ears flicked as the male spoke, and he couldn’t hide the toothy, wide smile that curled his lips. Doesn’t take display of authority lightly. My, this male would despite the leader of their brood. It would be amusing to bring him home to Sephiran, just to see the two go at it. Still, Rhazien was never one to deny the thrill of a slaughter. “Only if you’ll spare its’ pretty little pelt.” The tone of his voice was airy, with a playful banter to it. But the look in his dual-colored eyes, revealed what was really going on in the brute's mind. He was going to take the pelt, regardless of what this guy said. And he would fight him for it if need be.

Whether the male agreed or not, Rhazien would move away from him. Fading off into the grasses, following the scent of the nearby tiger.  

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