Fuel to the Flame

Zagan had just finished a midday meal of deer leg, and was sharpening his claws on a pine tree stump, when Aresenn’s summons rang out across The Polar Sound. The young Saxe recognized the purpose of the call- he was summoning the younger members of the group together, to provide another lesson- as he often did, with Mother Absinth. After leaving a few more indents in the bark, Zagan felt satisfied with his claw sharpening, and followed the Aresenn’s scent to a clearing, where two of his siblings had already gathered. Glancing at them both, and allowing his gaze to linger on Xina a bit longer than Abyss, he acknowledges them before taking a seat in front of Aresenn.

Settling on his haunches, and wrapping his tail over his front paws. Zagan ponders the meaning behind the word unity. The ability to strike with unified purpose, as Aresenn described. Nodding, Zagan waits for the pack's Emir to continue his teachings.

"Zagan Saxe"