Habits

Sephiran had been tracking the bear through The Polar Sound, its imposing presence sparking a jolt of disdain inside of the Sultan. Another predator invading his domain. Its heavy pawfall left tracks in the forest floor, leading him straight to his target, which he intended to kill on his own. As he was a stubborn, impulsive creature. He knew he was drawing near- the forest’s usual chorus of birds and rustling leaves were suddenly silenced in the wake of the bear’s intrusion, the foliage left in disarray, the once-pristine leaves now trampled and scattered.

He finds the beast limbering through one of his meadows, rooting through the forest floor with its powerful claws, overturning rocks in search of food. Sephiran lingers in the shadows, assessing, and contemplating his approach. But suddenly, the bear is growling, the low, trembling sound echoing through the trees. He stops, pulling his head higher to view the opposing side of the bear- catching sight of Ravana. She was snapping her jaws at the bear, starting to circle it with the intent to attack. For now, Sephiran watches- curious of his daughter’s intentions. Surely she does not believe she can kill the beast on her own?

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