A Meeting of Minds

As Sephiran listened to Caedes, he was intently focused on the scarred male, his gaze unwavering as he slowly processed every word. He earned a slight furrow of his brow at the mention of this pack being so close. Situated to the East. With Hemlock to the South, and now a matriarchy to the East, they were neighbors with two packs, it seemed. Which didn’t make Sepiran too happy. The irritation became evident in the way his face contorted; his muzzle scrunched slightly, whiskers twitching and brow furrowing as he waited for Caedes to tell him more.

And the next bit of information, well… to say it angered Sephiran, would be an understatement. A Hallows ally. His eyes suddenly dull with a cold bitterness, the visceral reaction of hatred welling inside of his chest, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. He becomes tense, pelt bristling as a sneer of disdain curls the corners of his mouth inward. I will provide more information once I have gathered it. By now, Sephiran is boiling, one of his paws raising to stop Caedes from applying the salve he’d concocted. Their gazes lock, the world around them fading, leaving only the charged atmosphere crackling between them.

“Then she is our enemy.” His words slice through the silence like a blade, hard and venomous, dripping in disdain and malice. “Have you forgotten, Caedes?” Sephiran’s jaw tightens, a bulge forming alongside his face as he grits his teeth. Memories of Artorias’ threats plague his mind. “They want to eradicate us. Slaughter us. Hang our pelts on their walls and claim the genocide was for the better good.” He nearly hisses, reminding Caedes of the threats the Hallows issued against their bloodline. Against him. “And you wish to see this girl?” Liar, liar, liar. Now, the persecutory delusions were leaking into Sephrian’s mind, crawling from the dark corners to cloud his judgment. “Knowing this, what is your personal interest?" So accusatory. Was Caedes conspiring with them? Was he playing both sides? Was he their spy?  

"Sephiran Saxe"