Crack! Amongst the pines, one could hear the splintering of bone as Sephiran ravaged the body of a whitetail fetus. Intertwined with that were animalistic, guttural growls that resonated from deep within the boy’s chest. The scene that surrounded him was gruesome, as he had taken his time slaying the mother, who was pregnant with a single fawn. She had been an easy target, but that wasn’t why Sephiran had chosen her out of her herd. No, it was because the thought of slicing the fawn out of her belly, so that he could mutilate it and study its anatomy, was too enticing for him to resist.

He had already removed the fawn from the abdominal cavity, having draped a strand of intestines over his shoulders for fun, before he went to work on crunching through the bone to reach the cavity inside. He wanted to harvest the marrow, because his father had taught him it would make him stronger if he consumed it. And it tasted good. And, if he could crack it open just right, he could see the anatomical structures inside, which would quench his thirst for that morbid knowledge.

"Speech"

The Klein had finally returned to Boreas after his many months tasting what life outside of the lands he was born felt like. He was at that moment in life when he wanted to spread his metaphorical wings and explore beyond the familial environment he was used to. For that he had taken his time to check out the lands beyond. And after seasons of exploring and trying to find that side of his yet to discover he had returned to the lands that he used to call home. Yet he didn't know what had been of his many brothers, parents and more know wolves. He had been gone for so long that he had lost track of them and their whereabouts. Did they left too? Or did they remain here? Those and many more questions lingered on his thoughts.

The day was just starting and the morning felt warm, warm under the spring's touch. But not to the point of summer, as these upper regions tended to be colder than the rest, regardless of the season. The monochrome wolf made his way through the snowy forest, his dark and grey coat being an stark contrast with the white surroundings. He was joined by his Caracara, his only friend. She was raiding him on his back, while both scouted the region, unaware of the other wolf.

"The Talking"

Code by Shelby

Sephiran would have kept to himself, his attention having been consumed by the task he had created for himself. But somewhere not far off, the crunching of underbrush, as it fell victim to wolfen paws, caught his attention. His head lifted from his kill, blood dripping in strings from his jaws and back onto the earth. His tongue had to slide across his mouth and nostrils to clear some of it away, as he inhaled the new scent lingering nearby. His eyes scanned his surroundings, skull swiveling upon his shoulders as he waited for whatever was coming in his direction to appear before him.

After several moments of waiting, he saw the silhouette of a male wolf lingering just beyond the treeline that surrounded the small clearing. Sephiran response was impulsive and purely animalistic, as his lips curled to bare his fangs. His tail rose over his hips, pelt bristling as a domineering snarl resonated from inside of his chest. He placed a paw on the fawn's decimated body, hovering over it possessively.

It was meant to serve as a warning to stay away.

"Speech"