He’d drawn Sephiran from his domain. Barks ringing out like alerted calls to rouse the beast from its slumber. Leaving no room for the Sultan to argue. Even as he led them to a new area of these lands. He didn’t once stop to check in assuring the overly large Saxe was falling. This is what he wanted, right? To venture along with Cifarelli on his adventures. It was something they’d started long before the Syndicate even became a pack. And thus, he decided to pick up where they left off. Thick, heavy paws made no sound as they trekked across the white flooring. Subtle crunch from winter’s earth barely audible the further he lead them t’wards the Gorge. Nose flaring against the rushed breeze of chill air. His gaze fell over the area in a slow sweep. Taking in what could only be described as sharp peaks. Smooth surfaces to glide easily to their edge. Cifa couldn’t help but notice the dense forestry below. Soft whispers coming from somewhere ahead that drew his attention even more. A paw rose to linger mere inches off the ground. Ears pulling to listen for the approach of his older brother. "Speech"

With his falcon patrolling the skies and his viper wrapped loosely around his neck, the Sultan traveled with his brother into a foreign domain. Though, it wasn’t entirely foreign to Sephiran- he’d been here several times while pursuing Aurelia. But he’d never navigated the area thoroughly, which was Cifarelli’s goal for the morning. Perhaps Sephiran would consider making the gorge a fourth addition to his kingdom if his brother could prove it was a useful territory.

Arriving at the gorge’s rim, they stop at a sudden drop-off to view the lush forestry below. A sea of green seems to stretch to the horizon, ferns and towering pines creating a verdant canopy. His gaze shifts to Cifarelli, waiting for him to descend into the valley of the gorge.

"Sephiran Saxe"

The stretching greenery along the Gorge walls reached towards them. Settled on various spots that continued to climb throughout the center itself. A carved out pathway indented into the stone structure led down to the very bottom below. Which is where he guided his brother t’wards. He stepped over the dusty white foliage. Taking note of the variety of herbs which lined the ridge. Some of them littering about in different spots in the tundra itself. The closer he got to where they would enter the hallowed middle, he happened to see elderberry bushes. Temperatures here not much for their development. However, he knew the moment spring fell upon them, they’d bloom like no other. Cifarelli gave a single glance to his brother; before, traveling down. Claws gripped what they could as toes spread wide for better balance. His stride confident, if not a bit off putting do to the emerged spiked rocks in their way. "Speech"

Tucked away in the expanse of foliage, a gutted valley leading down into the gorge could be found. It took Cifarelli some rooting around to find it, and once he did, he was quick to motion Sephiran towards it. Nodding, the Sultan shares a silent exchange with his brother, allowing him to guide them through the pathway until they reach the bottom. Along the way, Cifarelli would stop to observe items of interest. Sephiran would stop too, wanting his brother to navigate the terrain as a whole, and in detail.

Reaching the entrance of the gorge, Sephian notes that the wind has considerably died down, the towering, narrow walls of stone shielding them from the weather above. The canopy of foliage is thicker here, moss-covered rocks stretching into the sky, shrouding the area in shadows and creating a damp, cool atmosphere.

Sephiran looks towards Cifarelli, wondering what he will do next.


"Sephiran Saxe"

He stepped onto the field on heavy paws. Their journey down quick and fast. From here, Cifarelli could thoroughly see the vast majority of landscape. How far the area stretched along the tunneled gorge. There was no point of waiting for his brother as he knew the beast of a man would be right behind him. So, he continued on his way. Gaze zoning in on the lingering creatures. Herds of musk ox and Buffalo grazed in the distance. Their sounds reaching where they stood. A gathering of deer traveled to the north. He could make out their white and tan coats. Sharp horns sitting high. While glazed over eyes watched everything around them. It was something he took note of. "This place is worth taking over." "Speech"

Entering the bottom of the gorge, Sephiran understood why the journey down was a difficult one. It was flourishing with life, harboring a variety of foliage and prey- a paradise, if he was so bold to admit. In the distance, a herd of ox was grazing, unaware of the predators lurking in their domain. Ripe for the picking. In the north, was a herd of deer- easier to kill, with just the two of them.

This place is worth taking over. Cifarelli’s voice broke the silence, confirming Sephiran’s thoughts. The Sultan shifted his head to his brother, nodding in agreeance. Perhaps he could add the gorge to his domain, if they needed to expand once more.

"Sephiran Saxe"