Venison

Somewhere behind him, a small, inexperienced figure was lingering in the wake of his shadow, following his footfall and trying to stay out of his way. Whether or not it was intentional, the Sultan did not care- assumably, this was one of the many new mouths he was forced to feed. He didn’t recognize the scent, meaning it wasn’t one of his spawn- and neither Absinth nor Aresenn’s scents were on the pup either. Elysia came to mind, and Sephiran assumed that this child was one of hers.

Despite their blood ties, Sephiran had no interest in acknowledging the boy. He ignored him, moving through the forest with predatory intent, radiating confidence and building aggression. As he neared a meadow, his pace slowed down into a deliberate saunter, the doe's silhouette appearing in the middle of the clearing. Her body almost blended into the shadows, but Sephiran’s senses were honed in on her, his eyes hyper-fixated on her movements as he watched her, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"Sephiran Saxe"