Fountain of Youth

Damn, that journey was a long one. Rhazien was no old man- he considered himself youthful for his age, stout and powerful - but walking across an entire continent was a fucking pain. His muscles ached, his paws were tired, and he felt hungry all the fucking time. Maybe he hadn’t eaten enough on the journey. Still, their travels hadn’t been futile- upon finally returning to The Polar Sound, Rhazien was hit with a powerful wave of nostalgia. Sephiran loved this place.

After settling in, choosing his den site, and harboring Medulla away. Rhazien sought out the company of his nephew Caedes, with a single task in mind. He wanted a medical check-up from the male. Surely their Sultan would be marching them to someone’s door, intent on taking their goods and unleashing chaos. Which meant Rhazien needed to be stout, healthy, and prepared.

He followed the brute’s scent to a rather large den- one adorned in miscellaneous vials and trinkets, stocked to the ceiling with preserved plants and poisons, with the smell of medicinal salves coating every inch of the room. A doctor's office of sorts. “Doctor Caedes,” He’d call out, that suave, charming smile tugging at his lips. “I’m here for my appointment.” Bantering as usual, and keeping their interaction light and casual. He just wanted Caedes to complete the task.  

"Rhazien Saxe"