Beneath the veil of fear

With the influx of Ghazi joining his ranks, it was only natural that the number of Sidi would increase with it. It was their culture after all- and who would they be, if the Saxe did not satiate their depravities. Though, there was one Sidi in particular Sephiran had grown curious of- a girl he remembered from his pup hood in Saffron - an oddity his father had come to enjoy. Azoula was fond of her too- which raised questions inside the Sultan’s mind. Did his father truly release them from the pack?

Always driven by his grandiosity and paranoia, Sephiran emerged from his den early that morning. Heading out just as the sun started to rise in the east, casting an ethereal, orange glow across the Polar Sound. He didn’t hesitate to enter the labyrinth of Sidi dens- nails clicking against stone, resonating through the passageways. He knew exactly which den the girl inhabited- pelt bristling as he infiltrated her domain, finding Azoula laying beside her. With a growl, he dismissed the Sidi handler, setting his gaze on Delaeni once the tigress was gone.


"Sephiran Saxe"