Fruition of dominion

Having run into Sephiran near The Wall, Azoula had already made the journey back to the northern region several days before he did. And because of that, she wasn’t worn out like the rest of the pack was. Entering The Polar Sound, she was brimming with energy. Instructing Laney and Mila to stay close, meeting the other Sidi of the pack, and moving into the abyss of the domain to find the perfect place to harbor the Sidi. So far, a few locations had stood out to her- a channel of caves on the western face of the mountain range, and a labyrinth of underground dens near the oceanside. She’d need to consult with Sephiran later, given she was following his every command- oh, how angry the young Sultan would be, if she decided without him.

And having him call the pack together for a debriefing was the perfect moment to propose her findings. Sidi weren’t required to attend pack meetings- in fact, it was discouraged most of the time. She’d warned Mila and Laney of this, instructing them to stay behind in the forest while she attended the meeting.

Walking along the stone beach, her movements are silent, fluid, and predatory. Much like a large feline, as she stood out among the dogs gathering around her. Despite her views on wolves and mutts, she was subservient to the Saxe family. Having kneeled before Sephiran when she arrived, inflating that narcissistic ego of his. And then, she sat off to the side, waiting to see how this meeting would progress.  

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