Inside Out.

Moving quietly through the underbrush, Zagan was slipping in and out of the shadows, using the shifting light to keep himself hidden from Sericea and her little friend. He’d met the boy before- they ran into each other in the deep, icy labyrinth beneath the S.S Antiox. At the time, he seemed friendly and fairly naive- and yet here he was, walking almost hand-in-hand with his Sericea.

He’d been following them since the Marble Wash, tracking their scents and staying out of view as they traveled into the Red Forest. He was still in earshot, and could hear Sericea talking about her grandfather. The wisest, most powerful being. Zagan felt a jolt of jealousy shoot through him- but it quickly turned into confusion. Who was this grandfather?

Stopping at the edge of the clearing, Zagan crouched down in the shadows, blending into his surroundings. He kept his eyes on Sericea- his object of desire- watching her with an almost predatory gaze. As if someone was going to come and steal her away. The thought brought on a visceral reaction- his muscles growing taught beneath his pelt, his jaw clenching as he fought back the urge to abandon his post and force Seri to go home.

"Zagan Saxe"