Greed

Having outlined the perimeter of the territory, Sephiran circled back to the clearing he’d left Aurelia in. He passed the pile of freshly uprooted soil, where a stalk of Wolfsbane once stood. Sniffing at it for a second before moving on, he tested the air for her scent and stopped once he was at the edge of a clearing. Pools of amethyst and emerald peered into the fog, calculations of depth perception formulating inside of his mind. Navigating the terrain effortlessly would come with time- a challenge he was prepared to conquer.

Have you found anything of interest? Aurelia’s voice sliced through the silence of the moor, causing his ears to twitch and his head to twist upon his shoulders. Do you think it's worth moving the group here? The expression on his face gave foresight into his mind- the mechanics whirling and gyrating, as he actively weighed out his options. “There is an underground labyrinth in the heart of the territory.” He motions towards the direction of his find, with a nod of his head. “Plentiful prey, a few water sources. Burrows for dens in the north.” Nothing like the expanse of the plains with its lake and rivers, but it was suitable for their band.

Taking a sudden step towards her, Sephiran seems as if he will descend upon her- that domineering glare in his eyes seeming to glow against a backdrop of vicious mist. But instead, he stops beside her. A paw lifting to reach out and touch a mushroom that is sprouting from the ground to her right. “Psychedelics, poisons, curative agents- we can harvest them all.” Sweeping through territories, pillaging resources, and leaving them scarce for the next nomads was the pattern they’d fallen into.

Lingering in her proximity, and drinking in the pheromones that trickled from her pores. Sephiran brushed her shoulder with his, and motioned for her to collect the mushroom as well. “We will reside here for the fall season. Be ready to move in a few days.” There was preparation needing to be done- this wouldn’t be an overnight task.

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