Birthright

*Sarak* · 02-19-2014, 12:50 AM

Sarak

Sarak hoped Seraphine won her Challenge. He really hoped she did. Chrysanthe had lost to that little Glaciem yearling. He wasn?t sure how it had happened, but it had. He?d felt the ripple of fury through the line, from Erani. The Theta had turned and headed away from the field, followed by Cormalin, Surreal, Alsander, and Obsidian. Azalea had charged off, and he now bounded beside his mate, keeping pace with her as she crashed headlong into the sea crossing.

With barely a pause to shake the water from his coat, and to glance around warily for the sow that he?d stolen a piglet from, he joined Azalea in her frantic search for her sons, their sons. Erani?s thunderous howl made him miss a step, bumping into Azalea. He turned, and let Azalea take point, moss green eyes alert for a sign of the children. They would be protected as best as they could.

They reached the location Erani had issued the commanding call from, and he flicked his eyes over the gathering crowd, eyes pausing for a moment on a brown male with green eyes an black ears. Settling beside Azalea, he leaned into her, resting his head on hers. Kismet arrived soon, and he bent to nose the boy. They?d met recently, not long before the challenge for Valhalla was called.

Raising his head, mossy green gaze rested on Erani, taking in the set to her shoulders, the icy fury just beneath the still surface of those deep blue pools. Erani meant business, and he could tell what it must be. She was taking control, and stepping into the mantle of Leadership. His ears perked forward, ready to hear what she had to say.

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