White River Canyon

​​​​As Abyss waited for Xairo to attack, a gentle breeze danced across their skin, bringing the many scents of their siblings and Father. But Abyss honed their senses on Xairo- trying to anticipate his next attack.

The sudden shifting of earth and the pounding of paws against dirt revealed his advancement, and Abyss readied themselves- digging their claws into the earth, tightening their core, and taking measured breaths to keep their pounding heart at bay.

The sound of their brother’s approach reached its climax- Abyss could feel his presence looming directly in front of them, and they reacted instinctually. While Xairo veered sharply to the left, Abyss veered with him- dancing just out of his reach, as the tips of their pelts mingled in a dance for dominance. The heat of his body beside theirs suddenly vanished, and Abyss opened their eyes to witness Xairo rolling away into the underbrush. A throaty laugh bubbled from their jaws- the sight of Xairo trying to evade them was amusing.

Aresenn’s voice froze Abyss, their head swinging over their shoulder to look at their Father. He was frustrated with their performance, but wanted them to continue their lesson- only now, they would switch roles. Nodding, Abyss turns back to Xairo, waiting for him to take the defense.


"Abyssinica"