Fruition of dominion

Although Sephiran had anticipated the altercation between The Syndicate and Norad would result in some bloodshed, it didn’t. The former king had laid down his armor, surrendered his kingdom, and fled the territory with his pack members in tow. By the time he’d circled the perimeter, and his heathens descended into Cedar Falls and Aspen Dam, there were no stragglers to be found. In fact, there wasn’t much to be found at all. The pack held no treasures, no women no pillage, no pups to abduct and morph into Sidi. It was disappointing. Still, they’d achieved their goal- Kaino having used the boy as leverage, gifting the rights of alpha male to Sephiran in exchange for the boy's safety. And so, after they’d thoroughly combed through the territories, he led them back across the land bridge, making their way to Boreas.

He led them back to Druid’s Moor, instructing them to collect their items and prepare for a journey back to the north. Of course, this added to the confusion- surely his brood was wondering why they hadn’t resided in Norad’s existing territories, given they ran them out of it. But Sephiran had a plan- he always had some ploy up his sleeve, hiding his intentions from even his uncle and most trusted confidant. Because this was a test of loyalty. Would these wolves continue to follow Sephiran in his pursuits, even if the goal was unclear? He could very well be leading them into danger. Would the unknown cause them to defy him? But of course, his group of heathens were as loyal as ever- fueled by the bloodlust that had brought them to Norad’s borders, vowing their loyalties to their Sultan time and time again.

It took some time to reach the northern region. His pack members grew fatigued by the persistent traveling, as Sephiran gave them little time to rest. But it was worth it, in the end. They’d arrive at The Polar Sound just as dawn broke the horizon- that all too familiar landscape of lush forestry, waterfalls, steep faces of slate mountain ranges, and of course, the ocean inlet and rocky beach - materializing in front of his eyes. He’d never felt it before- the sudden, throat-gripping emotion that bubbled up from his belly, one that made his jaw clench and his musculature tense. Overwhelming pride and adoration.

This was home.

He’d allow everyone to settle for a few hours of rest, while he worked on marking the territory with his scent. Rhazien joined him, the two discussing plans of strengthening the pack for the rest of the fall season. Once he felt content, Sephiran would return to the rocky coast, taking a seat on a large boulder and peering out into the horizon. He’d never really noticed it before- but there was an island off in the distance- a massive rock face that mirrored the size of The Polar Sound, littered with greenery that must be a forest. At that moment, Sephiran made a decision. They’d be claiming that island too.

Pulling himself from his rumination, the Sultan then tipped his head back and summoned his pack forward. Wanting to discuss the merits of their claim, and present an opportunity to his wolves.  

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