Rising Horizons

About a week prior, Sephiran had approached Rhazien with a predicament. They were quickly outgrowing the territories they inhabited. Even with the size of The Polar Sound and the addition of the island, they needed more room to stretch their legs, and more resources to pillage and exploit. Truthfully, resources were limited in the North, especially during the winter season; The Polar Sound seemed to thrive in all seasons, but the island, not so much. It would be beneficial to expand their domain, to inhabit another territory to act as a catalyst in their pursuit of dominion. Especially if wolves planned to have pups soon.

Early that morning, Rhazien left the sanctuary of The Polar Sound to travel into the neighboring pine forest. Sparse patches of sunlight filtered through the canopy above, the forest floor blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. The slender trunks of the pines were tall and bare in the winter season, their branches decorated in icicles. Despite the sparseness of the trees, the scent of prey was strong here, harboring herds and herbivores and the occasional group of coyotes.

Finding a large, fallen log to perch himself on top of, Rhazien takes a seat. Zemir and Zemra take their places beside him, rubbing themselves against his forelegs and waiting for a command. Tipping his head back, he calls for the other intellectuals in their pack, wanting to discuss the potential and importance of expansion.

"Rhazien Saxe"