Show Me Your Grrrr Face

Another summons, only this time, it was Aresenn calling for the group of little heathens. Zagan was near the ocean inlet, studying a group of belugas swimming in the shallows. Even if Aresenn was considered a parental figure to the boy, he hesitated to heed his call- a stroke of defiance rushing through him. Aresenn is not the Sultan. But again, Zagan is a curious creature, and a boy who resented the thought of being left behind.

With his wool coat strapped on tight, he made his way to the gathering, walking at a leisurely pace. When he arrived, most of his siblings and littermates had arrived, and in his usual fashion, Zagan pushed his way to the front and sat down before Aresenn. He was teaching about fighting strategies, emphasizing the importance of being smarter than your enemy. Zagan absorbed the information, a single, elongated ear flicking on top of his head.

"Speech"