Orange & Black

Drifting into the neighboring territory, Sephiran left the moor behind in search of something - no, someone, in particular. Someone who’d appeared out of the woodwork, having surprised their uncle with a sudden reappearance at a battle for power. Caedes. Yet another cousin in the ever-growing Saxe lineage, one who grew up alongside him. Truthfully, he didn’t think the male would leave Saffron, but perhaps he’d grown bored of Apollyon’s rule and wanted to join his younger counterparts.

Walking through the valley at an even pace, Sephiran kept his senses on alert- searching for any sign of the male’s scent, but all he could smell was the pungent musk of a tiger in the area. Azoula came to mind- it would be beneficial; for them to find another Sidi handler, in due time. He tucked the thought away for later.  

"Sephiran Saxe"