When in Doubt, We Cull

Cleaning his wound. As always, Sericea had that unassuming, graceful, naive aura about her. As if the cataclysms she was causing, had never crossed her mind. She had an almost child-like softness- a trait he’d come to know and admire, as they grew up together.

And yet, as she peered up at him through her thick lashes, there was something foreign in her gaze- a growing boldness that Zagan had never seen before- one that was directed at him.

He didn’t know this was a form of manipulation- a carefully cultivated innocence- a veil of naivety that hid her sharp, calculating mind.

Although he’d never admit it, Zagan was naive in his own way. He suppressed his suspicions, allowing himself to fall victim to her sickly sweet innocence.

Her muzzle was hovering directly in front of his, the heat of their breath mingling, the air between them vibrating with unspoken words. He leaned forward, lightly brushing the tips of their fur together- which sent a jolt of excitement rushing through Zagan’s body. If he took one more step, their lips might meet.

“If you think you can stop the bleeding.” He says, daring her to continue. “Go ahead.” His lips curled in a faint, mischievous smile- the world around them suspended in time- as if it was waiting on a single, aching moment of possibility.

"Zagan Saxe"