Deep cold

After his pack mates told him the stories of the ferocious ice worm, Zagan needed to satiate his curiosity. The questions that swirled around in his mind were relentless- growing, burning, and refusing to be ignored- until it was all he could think about. Where did it come from? How did it kill so many wolves? Were there more like it? Could they be tamed?

These thoughts pulled him into the unknown, his massive, amethyst frame vanishing beneath the ice without a second thought.

The walls around him shimmered with a crystalline glow- the ice seeming to have a life of its own- stretching as far as his eyes could see- pulsing with an eerie aura that reeked of danger. But Zagan wasn’t detoured- if anything, he was more enthralled- the depths of the ice cave beckoning him deeper.

"Zagan Saxe"