Savage Gore

Entering the bottom of the gorge, Sephiran understood why the journey down was a difficult one. It was flourishing with life, harboring a variety of foliage and prey- a paradise, if he was so bold to admit. In the distance, a herd of ox was grazing, unaware of the predators lurking in their domain. Ripe for the picking. In the north, was a herd of deer- easier to kill, with just the two of them.

This place is worth taking over. Cifarelli’s voice broke the silence, confirming Sephiran’s thoughts. The Sultan shifted his head to his brother, nodding in agreeance. Perhaps he could add the gorge to his domain, if they needed to expand once more.

"Sephiran Saxe"