After his pack mates told him the stories of the ferocious ice worm, Zagan needed to satiate his curiosity. The questions that swirled around in his mind were relentless- growing, burning, and refusing to be ignored- until it was all he could think about. Where did it come from? How did it kill so many wolves? Were there more like it? Could they be tamed?

These thoughts pulled him into the unknown, his massive, amethyst frame vanishing beneath the ice without a second thought.

The walls around him shimmered with a crystalline glow- the ice seeming to have a life of its own- stretching as far as his eyes could see- pulsing with an eerie aura that reeked of danger. But Zagan wasn’t detoured- if anything, he was more enthralled- the depths of the ice cave beckoning him deeper.

"Zagan Saxe"

Giant worms, the story of a lifetime, right? Iskandor heard the tales from the marketplace, those creatures that had killed so many. Of course, the mystery alone had sparked his curiosity, and he couldn’t ignore the shivers that had continued to run down his spine. Not until he saw for himself, even if the worms were long gone. So that's the story of how he was here, within the actually quite beautiful cave that was bright and so, so cold.

Iskandor’s ears twitched at the sound of footsteps approaching. He perked, reminding himself to be composed and alert, tail swaying with cautious curiosity. He wouldn't let his excitement give anyone cause to mock him. Before fully setting sights on the newcomer ahead of him, he called out calmly. “Evening!”


"Speech"

Coming around a bend, Zagan’s a bit surprised to find someone else here- he didn’t hear their paw steps in the ice cave- didn't smell their scent lingering in the air. But their voice broke the eerie silence of the icy labyrinth, announcing their arrival by calling out to him with a friendly greeting. Zagan let out a low snort, a plume of mist appearing in front of his face.

“Keep your voice down.” He warned, narrowing his eyes at the boy- quickly realizing they were close to the same age. Not that it mattered. "Rumor has it there are creatures that live here- worms capable of killing wolves.” His voice was a low rumble- a sound that resonated off the cave's walls, before vanishing into its depths.

All around them, an oppressive stillness settled in- as if the cave itself was harboring some sort of ancient beast- waiting to unleash it on the two young wolves.


"Zagan Saxe"