Ever curious

Lingering in and out of the shadows, Zagan walks beneath the canopy of pines, following his raven companion as it leads him toward the eastern shore of the Sparse Pines. His panther was lingering behind him, surveying the area for signs of danger or concern. It was a formidable, ferocious creature who could protect him from harm- but Zagan felt no connection to the beast. But with his raven - the witty, intelligent bird who chose him to be its master - the young Saxe was building a bond. So when it came to him, beckoning him to the shore with palpable interest, Zagan followed without hesitation.

Stepping onto the rocky beach, Zagan stops beside his raven, inspecting a carcass on the shore. It’s cawing at him, clicking its beak, and motioning for him to analyze the rotting thing. Using a paw, Zagan slowly flips it over, studying it with interest. A dead harbor seal, washed up on the shore. He’d never seen one before.

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