I'm gonna make you wish that you’d stayed gone

His wolves had combed through the Cedar Falls and the Aspen Dam, finding no stragglers or any valuables worth taking. Tsk. All this trouble of running them out of their lands and creating another enemy, with no Sidi to claim or treasures to steal. But they’d obtained a kingdom, nonetheless, with no bloodshed required. Which in truth, left the young sadist disappointed and festering inside his own skin. But of course, he could satiate himself later - having seen Aurelia on the sidelines of their intrusion, which made him wonder why she thought she belonged with the commoners of their group. She was a Sidi, and he'd take his time reminding her of that later.

Instructing the group to make one final pass around the territories, Sephiran regrouped with Kaino and Rhazien. He’d start disclosing his plan of moving their pack elsewhere- having just revealed the new location, when two voices rang out at the borders. Sephiran recognized the first immediately- Artorias, the father of Talyssa, who’d run him off from his daughter after engaging in a battle. Sephiran hadn’t thought of the male or his daughter in months- hadn’t considered he would arrive at their claiming of Norad so quickly. Still, he couldn’t deny the disdain that rose up from his stomach- bubbling like venom in his throat, leaving a sour taste in his maw. What the fuck did he want. Starting to slink off on his own, Rhazien and Kaino were quick to intervene- advising that it would not be wise to respond to the call by himself. And so, he’d allow them to accompany him- the trio moving towards Artorias and his friends at a swift, even pace.

Emerging from the tree line, they were met with not two, but three wolves- Artorias being the ring leader, with two male wolves in tow. Sephiran’s immediate response was to growl- the low, guttural sound resonating from his chest, his head lowering to align with his spine as he glared at the azure behemoth. He hadn’t changed at all since their initial encounter. Moving to take a step forward, he is interjected by his uncle- a reminder to not make another enemy so quickly. And so, Sephiran stops, subduing his urge to lunge at the male's throat out of malice. Waiting to hear why Artorias arrived with two, battle-ready wolves at his side.

He was interrupting their celebration, after all. 

"Sephiran Saxe"