Forward we March!

The kid was spunky alright. As Rhazien approached, he whirled around with a wide smile on his face, his long tail whipping back and forth. He was so excited. It brought a smile to the Saxe male’s maw - the boy reminded him of himself. The first battle was always the most exciting, the most exhilarating. The boy was in good spirits, ready to impress his pack mates and alpha. Rhazien would make sure to give him a fun time. “Rhazien Saxe. Don’t hold back on me now." He chuckled his name and advice before shifting into a battle-ready stance, baring his fangs and lunging forward.

Their impact reverberated through the air, their bodies seeming to meld together in a flurry of motion. To prevent himself from toppling over, Wylan flared his wings out, the large, feathered appendages vanishing into Rhazien’s peripheral vision. He snapped his jaws near the boy’s neck, trying to ward him off more than anything. But Wylan wasn’t detoured, in fact, he struck at Rhazien, stabbing into his shoulders with… was it his wings? Whatever it was, it pierced into his shoulders, remaining surface level but causing pain nonetheless.

A snarl rippled through his clenched jaw, his neck pulling back and head tilting as he attempted to grab onto the bony arch of Wylan’s left wing. In the same breath, he’s shoving his weight forward again, trying to push Wylan over.

Beside them, Rhazien could hear his serval companions snarling, as they ran after the mini polar bear and sheep that fought alongside the younger male.


"Rhazien Saxe"