Discoveries

Zagan smirks at Sericea’s excitement- the way her face lit up, and the beaming smile that spread across her face- it was a welcoming contrast to the stoic expression his pack mates often wore. Something about her nativity was… addicting. Zagan found himself shifting in place, an odd sensation bubbling inside his belly- as if he became lost in her whirlwind of excitement, and suddenly became oblivious to the world around them.

Clearing his throat, he glances at Sericea, focusing on her acidic, green eyes. "Yes, a raven.” He confirms with a tilt of his skull, as he motions to a nearby tree. His raven companion was perched nearby, watching the duo with its beady, inquisitive eyes. “Mother Absinth says they like shiny things.” He recalls her teachings. “She claims they choose their companions, because they are intelligent beings.” At that moment, his panther emerged from the treeline, and started prowling toward them with a predator's grace. It wasn’t trying to protect the young Saxe from his sister- it was simply making its presence known.

“My panther doesn’t care for shiny things- but my raven-“ As if on cue, his raven flew down from its perch, and landed on the ground beside him, hopping its way to his side. “It appreciates my work.” The bird started inspecting the gemstones as he spoke, using its beak to test the bond between the sap and the leather, before giving a croak of approval.

"Zagan Saxe"