Savage Gore

Cifarelli · 06-11-2024, 02:50 PM

He’d drawn Sephiran from his domain. Barks ringing out like alerted calls to rouse the beast from its slumber. Leaving no room for the Sultan to argue. Even as he led them to a new area of these lands. He didn’t once stop to check in assuring the overly large Saxe was falling. This is what he wanted, right? To venture along with Cifarelli on his adventures. It was something they’d started long before the Syndicate even became a pack. And thus, he decided to pick up where they left off.

Thick, heavy paws made no sound as they trekked across the white flooring. Subtle crunch from winter’s earth barely audible the further he lead them t’wards the Gorge. Nose flaring against the rushed breeze of chill air. His gaze fell over the area in a slow sweep. Taking in what could only be described as sharp peaks. Smooth surfaces to glide easily to their edge.

Cifa couldn’t help but notice the dense forestry below. Soft whispers coming from somewhere ahead that drew his attention even more. A paw rose to linger mere inches off the ground. Ears pulling to listen for the approach of his older brother.

"Speech"

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