Hazy

Ears flicking atop his skull, Rhazien kept that sly, somewhat haughty expression on his face as he watched the male collect the herb- waiting with anticipation, nearly leaning forward to the edge of his seat, as he truly wanted to know why Caedes left Saffron. And then, the answer came. Astrid wanted him to. Rhazien had vivid memories of the boy's time with his mother- how she strove to shield him from the dark corners of the world, after Caedes father had mutilated him beyond repair. How his mother had kept the man locked away, drugged out of his mind, if only to satiate her need to mother him- to fix him.

Ah, the memories must have been flooding Caede’s mind too- the way his musculature flexed beneath his pelt, how his paws tightened their grip around the delicate Yarrow, almost breaking it in two. Despite that, the male was quick to reenter reality- reiterating his statement to Rhazien, pledging his allegiance to Sephiran and his dream. “Then you’ve asked a rhetorical question.” His lips curled tighter into his face, a brow raising inquisitively as he met those acidic, emerald eyes. “We’ve all become a part of Sephiran’s game- pieces he considers disposable, unless we prove him wrong.” Each member of their brood had a purpose, but Sephiran hardly noticed any of them, unless they were benefiting him directly. “You’ve got irreplaceable knowledge- my mother made sure of that.” Tail flicking behind him, he knew of the intricacies of Caedes mind- Astrid was a mastermind in the art of healing, and this boy was a worthy apprentice, no doubt. “Undoubtedly, he will also call upon your strength.” How many packs did Sephiran intend to pillage, he wondered? Only time would tell.  

”Speech”