Tooth and Claw

Leaving the Polar Sound behind, Sephiran lopes into his neighboring territory, entering the Sparse Pines with a look of gratification etched on his face. Lately, things have been quite mundane in the packlands- his counsel was focused on training the newest generation, which left little time for ploys of war and bloodshed. Tsk. But Azoula - the tigress he appointed as his Effendi Kole - was taking matters into her own paws. She summoned the pack’s hunters to her, commanding them to aid her in a hunt.

Sephiran had no interest in hunting alongside his subordinates - he would feast on their kill afterward, yes - but really, he was drawn to her call because of his depravities. He too perverse indigence in the suffering of others. It was also the perfect time to analyze his hunters for weakness.

For now, the Sultan saunters in and out of the shadows, observing his subordinates with a scrutinizing eye- wondering if any of them will manage to impress him.

"Sephiran Saxe"