Oh ... You thought?

The trio stood as a united force against the trespasser, ready to engage and reclaim their temporary abode. But the disease-ridden wolf refused to submit, even with Zagan’s warning. No, I don’t think he gets to leave. Xairo’s voice rang out beside him, and for a second, Zagan glanced at his brother- both of their faces lighting up with sinister glee. He glanced at Ravana next, who seemed equally enthralled- the three of their hearts beating in rhythm, with a pulsating energy that seemed to envelope them. To devour them. It was a symphony of desire and anticipation- the need to destroy the threat that dared to infiltrate their sanctuary.

Surging after Xairo, Zagan launches a vicious assault, grabbing the perpetrator by one of his forelimbs. He bites down with all the force he can muster, his onslaught emitting an ear-piercing crack as he splintered the bone between his teeth, breaking it into fragments beneath the skin. He’d start trying to drag the wolf out of the den, agreeing with his sister’s comment. This wolf would not continue to sully their abode. It’s filthy blood could be splattered across the dirt outside of the den, where the trio could leave a macabre show of strength and resilience for Mother Absinth to see when she returned.

"Zagan Saxe"