Fuel to the Flame

With the rest of his siblings filtering in, Aresenn was quick to expand on his notion of unity. Zagan’s long ears were swiveled in his direction, listening intently as Aresenn spoke, absorbing every word. His voice was deep and steady, each word measured and deliberate, as he carefully chose how to explain the importance of working as a team.

Zagan felt the weight of the lesson sink into his bones- he’d attended many of Aresenn’s lessons- but this time, something was different. There was an urgency in his voice, an underlying sense that this moment was important. This knowledge could shape their future. They were almost old enough to help their superiors in raids, and protect their home from intruders. Maybe Aresenn was trying to express the importance of that.

Nodding, Zagan tucked away the information for later. The lesson switched gears, and Aresenn proposed a paws-on approach. Three leaders, and an unknown attacker. Xina and Ludo were quick to claim their roles as leaders, leaving one spot left. Zagan’s bi-colored gaze swept across his siblings' faces, ushering a silent warning. He would be taking the final role.

Then, he stepped forward, standing beside Xina and Ludo to stake his claim over the role of anchor. “I will be the protector.” He says, before glancing toward Xina, who is already staring at him with a mischievous grin plastered on her face. He shot her a knowing grin back, a single brow raising in her direction. You really think you can lead a charge?

"Zagan Saxe"