Scare Valley

Clearing most of the carnage from his paws, Zagan feels content with his work- he’s still bloody from the face down- but he’d need to submerge himself in a stream to clean it all off. Unless he wanted to spend hours licking himself. For now, he shakes his pelt, sending droplets of blood and sinew flying in all directions, splattering the gnarled trunks of the towering trees.

Mercy was her name. Just Mercy? Hmpf. Nodding, Zagan straightens his posture, stretching one of his back legs out to release some of the built-up tension. "Zagan Saxe." There’s pride in his voice when as he boasts his name- a palpable sense of grandiosity accompanying his tone. “My Father’s kingdom is West of here.” He motions toward the direction of The Syndicate's domain with a flick of his muzzle. “We’ve got bears in The Polar Sound and the Sparse pines, but-“ He turns his gaze back on her, watching as she starts assessing the carcass. “I figured I’d find something more… interesting, out here.” His gaze narrows on her, an unsettling intensity flickering within his bi-colored eyes. “Is this your home?” He’s prodding for information now, wanting to know more about the fearless girl.

"Zagan Saxe"