Greed

Peering down in the abyss of the labyrinth, the mechanics of his mind were spinning- fantasies of what was hidden inside, enticing him further. He made a mental note to return to this landmark-yes, he wanted to inspect it more thoroughly- but first, he needed to decide if he was moving the Syndicate to the moor. If he did, he could explore the details of the subterrain to his liking. Perhaps, claim it as his den, if he desired it. And so, with a huff and a flick of his tail, he would force himself away from the landmark. Looking around the clearing one last time, before moving back into the veil of fog.  

Sephiran loped through the territory at an even pace. Only stopping to inspect things of interest, like the tracks of prey, clusters of herbs, or suitable water sources. In the northern section, he found a grouping of underground dens- having been dug up by previous inhabitants, and standing strong through the seasons. They weren’t as luxurious as caverns or grottos; but they would serve their purpose, nonetheless. Assessing them for a bit, he continued on- finally coming to a halt when the fog faded away, signifying the borders of the moor.

Following the border, he took his time mapping out the perimeter of the territory, quite pleased with its size so far. It was large enough to support their growing band, had most of the resources they needed, and had the potential to be harvested through the upcoming fall season. The veil of fog was also a bonus- once they knew the terrain better, they could use it to their advantage, if they were attacked by enemies.

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