Party Of Three

After speaking with Sephiran, she’d been made aware of the other hunters in the group- one of them, she remembered well from her time in Saffron. Kaino, Kaiden’s daughter. She’d been quite young the last she saw her- had just grown out of her teenage years and into a young adult, brimming with confidence and ready to face the world. So much like her grandfather. But the male Sephiran mentioned was foreign to her- a claimed cousin, but a wolf with determination nonetheless. She’d make a point to meet with them and review hunting strategies- the three of them would be tasked with keeping the pack fed, after all.

Sauntering through the forest, Azoula carried a young fawn in her jaws- still squirming with life, a single leg broke for accessibility, as she planned to use it in their training session. And once she reached a clearing, she’d stop in the middle of it- setting the down, pinning it with a massive paw, before releasing a roar that served as a summons for Kaino and Ezekiel.


"Azoula Davati"