Pests

After finishing a thorough patrol of the borders, Sephiran made his way to the rocky beach of the ocean inlet. Sauntering along, he couldn’t help but internally muse-  enjoying the sun's warmth, as it was a welcomed change to the decreasing temperatures. The sun was hanging high in the sky, as it was now late afternoon. And soon, he would be journeying to the volcanic island, to fortify the scent borders there. But for now, he would enjoy the beach.

Walking along the stones, the Sultan is lost in thought- that is, until a small group of coyotes appears on the horizon, working in unison to hunt a harbor seal on the beach. A snarl irrupts from him- anger simmering in his gut, bubbling up into his throat until he was overcome by it. Fucking pests. Breaking into a sprint, he charges at the group.

Turning his gaze inland, Aresenn's eyes narrowed as he spotted Sephiran charging towards a group of coyotes. Without hesitation, Aresenn leaped into action, his muscles tensing as he prepared to join the fray. With powerful strides, he closed the distance between himself and the sudden nuisances, his focus sharpening as he prepared to aid in exterminating these particular pests in the best way he knew how.

As he neared Sephiran, Aresenn let out a fierce growl, his amber eyes blazing with determination. He launched himself at the nearest coyote, his teeth bared and forelimbs extended, ready to indulge himself in the opportunity to cause a little bloodshed for the mere entertainment of it.  


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