Making Mud Pies

Emerging from the underground labyrinth, Sephiran took a moment to shake the debris from his pelt before peering out into the mist. Despite the foggy veil, he could feel the sun’s warmth casting down on his back- bringing a wave of goosebumps to his flesh. The warmth of summer was fleeting- the season having morphed into fall throughout the western region. Soon, they would be met with cold fronts, and perhaps, thunderclouds and rainstorms. But the young Sultan wasn’t worried- the dens in the north would serve his band well, and he would take refuge in the dark corners of the subterranean.

"Sephiran & Aurelia"