Nostalgia

While they spoke, Caedes shifted between focusing on the conversation and collecting the rarity at his paws- handling the plant with meticulous care, inspecting it thoroughly for blemishes, inwardly deciding that it was a worthy specimen. Watching the way Caedes worked, sparked an inquisitive realization inside of Sephiran’s mind- just as the male surveyed his specimen, analyzed it, and formulated a purpose for it before deciding its worth - Sephiran’s thought process was similar. With each member of his pack, he'd followed this method - analyzing their weaknesses and strengths, before determining a use for each one. Even his Sidi had a purpose.

Lost in his internal musings, the tip of his tail flicked back and forth, giving insight into the whirlwind of thoughts swarming behind those emerald and amethyst eyes. Sephiran. Oh? Pulling himself from his mind, his attention shifts back to Caedes directly- meeting those pools of acidic emerald, as his gaze narrowed slightly. "“I expect no less.”He’d say, resonating with the importance of the male’s allegiance to their budding kingdom. There would come a day when Sephiran would ask Caedes to risk his life yet again, all in the name of the Saxe empire.

Would he live up to the expectation?

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"Sephiran Saxe"