Once the pair of Saxe ladies were warm enough to move, Kaino settled the bison fur cloak around her sisters shoulders and led them both towards the Sound. During the journey, Kai filled Riot in on everything that had happened with the Saxe crew up to date, including the daring and clever maneuvering that landed them a pack without a single drop of blood being shed. "You don't have to tell me. I know that I'm clever and pretty and probably the coolest wolf you know." she teased her sister, a big smirk on her pale maw.

The terrain gave way to trees that blocked the icy winds; a very welcome respite from the frigid onslaught that they'd been subject to prior. Now that they were within the territory, Kaino called out for Sephiran. Riot was family. HER family. Full blooded, true and true family. Not to say that the others weren't family, but full blooded sisters just hit kind of different. There were a few within the pack that she would have to watch out for. Or, rather... they would have to watch out for her.

"Kaino Saxe"

"All of that, and you're humble too." Iscariot rolled her eyes, reaching to nip at her sister's ankles. She can't help but grin. It's cheeky. Iscariot can't help herself, and she doesn't feel the need to filter. Not right now. "Looks like I have some catching up to do." Iscariot wouldn't come closer to acknowledging her sister's infamy. Couldn't let that shit go to her head. By the same token, she refuses to tamp down the jealous note that hung in her words.

A smirk, a roll of her shoulders, trying not to falter with the exhaustion that came with each step.

The trees rise taller, more stately here. Drawing to the border, the activity here is clear. Their numbers seemed strong enough, at least from the number of scent trails in the area. Anxiety picking up in her system, and Riot leans in close to Kaino. Exhausted, a bit worse for wear, but here and alive. That's as best as she can do for now, taking a seat and setting her cheek against her sister's shoulder.

Walking beneath the canopy of trees, Sephiran seems to glow in the sunlight that filters through the foliage of his domain. His amethyst coat was a stark contrast to the earthen backdrop of The Polar Sound, alerting others of his presence if his dominating aura didn’t do so already. His pelt was slightly puffed up, muscles rolling beneath it with each step he took, the chill of autumn nipping at his skin. They’d need to gather more pelts for the upcoming winter, and perhaps find a way to strip the wool off the sheep to make into cloaks. So many tasks. Already Sephiran was considering who to delegate this to, but his musing was cut short when Kaino’s voice split through the territory.

Making his way to the outskirts of the forest, Sephiran approaches Kaino without hesitation, a palpable shift occurring in the atmosphere at the mere sight of his Emira. In his gait, the Sultan exudes an air of confidence and control; his posture erect, shoulders squared and tail raising to align with his hips, as he deliberately invades her space. “Kaino.” He croons, head tilting slightly, as he gazes upon her, a subtle intensity in his gaze that gives insight to the perversities swarming in his mind.

Then, he turns to look at the nymph sitting at her side; a girl he recognized immediately, given they’d grown up together in Saffron. Iscariot. Leaning in, Sephiran is looming over the pair, particularly, over Riot; his gaze roving across her, drinking in every detail; only this time, there was scrutinizing gleam in his eyes.“Iscariot,” He begins, acknowledging her. “Come to join your sister in my domain?” He’s quick to set the stage, making it known that he was the Sultan and his role as alpha was absolute. Very characteristic of the tyrant.

"Sephiran Saxe"

Riot mentioned having to catch up and Kai gave a slight shrug of amaranth shoulders. "Family, Sidi, allies... they're all filtering in here and there. You aren't the first and you won't be the last." Everyone would have to catch up in some ways, but, in the end, they were a unit. They were The Syndicate. It didn't matter when someone came into the fold as long as they all fought for one another.

A moment later, Sephiran was there. Already she could tell that he was puffed up, trying to impress upon her tiny sister that he was in charge here. Yeah, yeah... they all knew it. Wasn't Uncle Rhaz trying to teach the guy to loosen up? Bloody hell...

Sephiran spoke her name in greeting and Kaino grinned, puff-tail wagging cutely. She stepped aside and allowed Riot and Sephiran to speak. This was their deal, after all. Kaino had simply played the part of huntress.

Sephiran's arrival comes with a flourish that may well have aged her ten years. Iscariot's subconscious lean toward her sister only grows closer. It's cold, she's tired, and she just wants to rest. Tense, unwilling to bend to his scrutiny, but the exhaustion is written all over the girl's face. All over her body, the way she carries herself.

"So much huffing and puffing, and for what?" Iscariot's tone is worn-- the long trip and intense tracking has taken a toll. "It's your piss on the border, it's your pack. Wouldn't have come if I was trying to argue." Petulant, scowl growing only more pronounced. Bristling for a moment at the perceived slight, and no energy left to mask. Shooting a slow-suffering look to Kaino, her weight shifts subtly over her paws. Exhaustion was settling in, and social graces aren't her wheelhouse.

A big yawn takes over, one she can't suppress, that leaves with a little squeak and a little stretch. Trying to shake away some of the tension, the back of a paw rubbing over tired eyes. "I'm tired, and I want to be with Kai. Please."

As Sephiran stood his ground, exuding an aura of dominance and authority, he expected Riot to acknowledge his resolve and revel in the wake of his supremacy. Hell, even Kaino knew how to play the part, if only to satiate that grandiose itch that festered inside of her cousin. Despite her internal musings, Kaino responded with that disarmingly affable expression of hers, utilizing her uncanny ability to keep Sephiran at bay. Wagging her tail, flashing a smile. She’d not interfere, wanting Riot to express her willingness to join their brood in their pursuits.

But Riot didn’t have the same ability to quell Sephiran as Kaino did; in fact, she managed to offend the Sultan. Unwilling to bend to his scrutiny, she wore an expression of indifference and exhaustion, mocking his superiority which earned a low, domineering growl from the male. A malevolent scowl contorted his features, and his eyes dulled with venomous bitterness as he honed in on Riot.

She’d failed to meet his expectations of their reunion, creating a cruel mockery that acted as the catalyst of Sephiran’s anger. “Oh?” He’d seethe, the disappointment festering into a fury that threatened to consume everything in its path. Moving forward, Sephiran is quick and relentless, wanting to barrel straight into the girl and initiate a force claim.


But Kaino quickly cuts the fuming tyrant off.


"Sephiran Saxe"

Riot's reaction, whether due to her crochety nature or her exhaustion, brought an internal sigh from Kaino. She understood where the response came from, but Sephiran would instantly take it as an insult. His uppity, all consuming dominance and ego would demand nothing less than complete submission. Well... that's not how the daughters of Kaiden were made. Sorry, buddy.

A resounding snarl rippled in Sephiran's chest and he made to step towards the small purple woman. Kaino steeled herself, that good natured smile sliding into place as she stepped into the path of the dire brute. He'd either bite her or get distracted enough by her proximity and sweet scent to take a moment and remember that they were all family. All on the same side. Whatever his course of action, the larger sister would take that attention away from the smaller.

"Sephiran," Kaino purred in sweet, sultry tones, "Would you be a sweet cousin and help me scratch this itch?" Smokey shoulders gave a little wiggle and she made a show of wriggling the length of her spine. "I've had it for days and I just can't seem to reach it on my own." The award for the most obvious innuendos goes to...!

Riot would be able to follow Kai's scent to her den where she could eat and rest and thaw out after her long journey. Nila would be there to tend to her as needed. In the meantime, Kai would work the frustration out of her sultan to the best of her ability.

"Kaino Saxe"

Tired and slow suffering, she watches the offense cross his face. It's a lot of pageantry that she doesn't have the energy for. Not tonight. Sephiran makes to rush her. Iscariot remains in place, shying from the advance with her head alone. For as much as she doesn't want to relent, hopefully that glimmer of fear is enough for him. Trying not to be too disgusted with herself for letting it slip, her relief in regards to Kaino's interception is palpable. Sleep calls her, the first night of safety since leaving saffron. Safety is relative, right? She's a loaded gun, in and of herself. Eager to shift the focus off herself, onto Kai, she stays quiet. Gaze flicking, if anxiously, to Sephiran. Nothing this small lives to maturity without being useful. Damn near falling asleep on her feet, she can at least promise to be of use. Later. Tough but not stupid, Iscariot's posture remains softened. One long, slow blink and an eepy yawn, she's hopeful that Kaino's intervention has done enough to dissuade any violence tonight.

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Planting herself firmly in front of Sephiran, Kaino is prepared to take the brunt of his attack, having steeled herself and locked her eyes with his wild, unyielding gaze. Even as she purred out his name, arching her back and mewling like a horny minx Sephiran moves into her, colliding into her chest as he sought to consume her in his dominant aura. Tilting his head down, he cranes his neck and brings his face close to hers, aligning their gazes before his lips part to nip at her scruff. He’s overtaken by the animalistic urge to satiate his depravities, having been enthralled by Kaino’s suggestive display. He’s a testosterone-filled brute, after all. And Kaino knows how to work that in her favor.

After placing several bites along Kaino’s nape, Sephian pushes harder into her chest, igniting a wave of warmth across his abdomen which brings on a possessive rumble. He shifts his gaze to Riot, but only for a moment; motioning for her to leave with a flick of his muzzle, as he allows her to enter his domain. If she decided to stay, then so be it; she’d watch him ravage her sister at his border. Or perhaps she’d feel inclined to join?  

"Sephiran Saxe"