I'm a damsel. I'm in distress. I can handle this.

Zagan heard the commotion in the distance, but he ignored it. A herbivore was defending its offspring, no doubt. And Zagan had no interest in intervening- at least, not until his raven came flying down from the sky, alerting him of the wolves who were trying to fight the damn thing. Seri and Ludo. Absinth and Aresenn’s children, and his adoptive siblings in a sense. They were facing off with the doe, and Zagan wanted a piece of the action.

Loping through the forest, Zagan emerges from the underbrush on the opposing side of the two, red siblings. Their vibrant pelts stood out against the forest backdrop of the Polar Sound, but so did his. And, with his arrival, the nearby fawn let out a bleat, announcing his presence to its mother. Still, the doe didn’t take its eyes off Ludo and Seri. Which gave Zagan an opportunity to continue stalking toward it, using its hyper-fixation to his advantage.

"Speech"