White River Canyon

A look of disappointment twisted its way across Zagan’s features- a malevolent scowl curled his lips and a tsk clicked inside of his maw. He’d meant to bite into Ludo’s shoulder, but his brother kicked off his legs and maneuvered out of his way. Still, the young Saxe could grab onto Ludo’s forelimb with his claws- and he’d use them to dig into his brother’s skin, to keep him from bounding away.

Ludo’s jaws snapped at his shoulder, and Zagan didn’t pull away. A growl akin to a hiss pushed past his clenched teeth, a disdainful snort rushing out of his nose as he attempted to shove his weight forward and into Ludo. He’s snapping his jaws at his brother’s face, trying to grab onto the side of his muzzle to force him to release his shoulder.

In the background, Aresenn was barking commands, demanding they learn to anticipate their enemy's advancements, by using all of their senses. Being this close to Ludo, Zagan was overwhelmed by the scent of his fur- sage mixed with ash, intertwined with the macabre scent of The Syndicate wolves.


"Zagan Saxe"