Together now!

Entering the Serpent Plains, Zagan feels a sense of recognition sweep over him- like a pulse running through his veins- something deeply rooted and primal. This is where his Father started collecting snakes and their venom. His great Uncle taught him that in a history lesson- how the Saxe created a band before forming their empire. For a season they lived here, pillaging the area’s resources- and now their pack had stores of venom, and generations of snakes at their disposal.

As he walks through the plains, distant memories flicker in his mind- he’d never been here before, not in this life. And yet, deep down, he still felt a connection to the terrain- to the remnants of the past.

Coming around a bend, Zagan catches a shift in the air- the wind carrying the scent of wild donkey, and the perfume of another wolf. Scanning the horizon, he sees movement in a patch of dense foliage, the sound of wild ass grazing the earth filling the space around him. He wasn't hungry, but the opportunity to sharpen his hunting skills was too good to pass up.

Falling into the shadows, Zagan commands his companions to work alongside him- his raven taking to the sky, to fly over the herd to confirm its location. His jaguar climbs up a nearby tree, ready to pounce if one of the donkeys comes its way.

For now, Zagan watches the herd operate, waiting for the perfect moment to strike- unaware of the lone girl doing the same thing.


"Zagan Saxe"