Fia had been born really for the best way of survival. Being so young and in the winter of the nearly northern island, her coat would quickly grow accustomed to the weather. She stayed inside most the time anyway... unless her parents took her out. She was getting just a little more freedom but maybe that was because she didn't tend to travel very far from the den on her own anyway. It wasn't that she was really being a good child. She just preferred to stay near the den. Irilyth would be around if she ever needed her at least.

Her big but small paws made their way outside the cave den, just in the little clearing there she wouldn't run off somewhere on the island. There were a few inches of snow on the ground. She had seen snow before but this would be the first time seeing so much of it. It was chilly on her toes but she would get used to it rather quickly. The snow was still flurrying down on the island, she couldn't even see the lake from here which she could have on any normal day.

Her eyes landed down on her paws that started to shift the snow between them. The fluffy snow stuck together easily in a soft powder form. Slowly she rolled it around just right where she stood until she took a step and followed it around. Seeing the snow was so moldable, her belly flopped down where she stood and started shaping the snow on the ground rather than rolling it. Piling it up in a sort of mountain to build her shapes, she started with a big V shape down in front of her before picking herself back up and moving around to start on another part of her strange little sculpture.

Intellect Seasonal Prompt
Total Word Count: 306 words
Word Count Goal: 1500 words

"Fiametta"

Avacyn was lingering in the den, getting some much needed rest now that the festival was over and working on some of her projects that had fallen to the wayside while she was so caught up in planning and preparing. It was a cold, snowy day anyway so it seemed like the perfect opportunity to get caught up on things here. At some point Saracyn came into her workshop to join her and she was happy to have his company while she worked, even having him get the taxidermy pieces that Scylla had given them for her so she could set them up in her workshop and study the stitches so she could try replicating them on pieces of leather. She was just going to have to talk to Scylla though and get some tips from her because it was turning out to be much harder than she had originally imagined, which really only made her more impressed with he Klein wolf's work.

At some point while she was leaning into Saracyn's side to stay warm and working on her stitching, she heard the sound of snow crunching and moving around just outside the cave. It made her ears perk and she paused, listening for a few moments before she glanced at Sara with a curious look. If someone was coming into the den then the crunching would have stopped by now, but who was just moving around in the snow outside the den? Curious to see what was going on, she got up and walked out of her workshop, peeking around the corner to look toward the cave entrance and spotted their little sister playing in the snow, her vibrant coloring standing out in stark contrast against the white background. Avacyn grinned and chuckled softly as she watched little Fia work, trying to piece together what she was making and not quite figuring it out.

She knew Saracyn had his own opinions about their newest sibling, but Avacyn was excited to have a little puppy around the cave. She was adorable and of course a special part of the Mendacium family, just as her mother had promised she would be. She gave Saracyn a glance and nodded for him to come with her as she went out into the snow where Fia was playing, careful not to step on anything she had created or disturb her work. "What're you up to, Fia? Can I help?" she asked, with a smile, get tail wagging gently as she started to scoop up some of the falling snow into a pile for her. The snow was still falling pretty steadily so there was more than enough material to work with to give their little sister all the the creative freedom her heart desired.

Her and Saracyn very much had an interest in fighting in common and she was of course always more than happy to go picking fights with predators or sparring with her twin, but Saracyn did not have the interest in crafting the way she did—nor did she have the love of hunting that he did. Their interests differed so they were more limited in the activities that they wanted to do together, although Saracyn would still sit with her while she worked and she would accompany him on hunts if he wished. Seeing Fia playing and building with the snow gave Avacyn a little hope that maybe her little sister would join her in her crafting endeavors so she would have someone to obsess over small details of things with. Even if Fia did not love the creation and building of things from nothing the way she did, maybe her new sister would at least help her come up with new ideas or help her work through problems she had in her projects. If nothing else she could hope and she was getting more excited to have a new sibling all the time.

WC: 654
Total: 960/1500

"Avacyn Mendacium"

Saracyn was... not exactly fond of the new pup in their family per se, but he was not antagonistic towards their new sibling either. He had sneered in disgust when his mother and father had told them they were expecting another litter back when Manea had first gotten pregnant and he had not understood why then, he still did not understand why now. Were he and Avacyn not enough? His parents had their heir, plus him, everything else just seemed so superfluous. What was even the point of having that many kids anyway? The whole notion of parenthood just seemed so gross and demeaning to the adolescent wolf, despite understanding the importance of it in their culture. What was so great about having pups that his parents were so incessant and obsessed with making and birthing more of them?

Today, Saracyn had decided to escape the frigid cold winter to spend some time with his twin sister, who was still recuperating from all of the effort she had put into making the entire festival a grand event for Elysium. Avacyn was working on more of that weird taxidermy stuff that Scylla had begun to introduce her to, and though it did crepe him out some, Saracyn enjoyed spending time with his twin more than he was disturbed by the amalgamation of horrific Frankensteined creatures Scylla concocted. So he became Avacyn's assistant for the day, fetching her the tools she needed as she worked. Mostly he just sat by her side, watching quietly with keen cobalt eyes following her every movement. When Ava leaned into his side, he pressed back against her, offering her the warmth of his body while subtly curling his fluffy tail around her hip. After some time of quiet crafting, the sound of crunching snow outside their den alerted both wolves. Had it been the brief passing of someone walking by, Saracyn would not have paid it any mind. However, as the sound continued on for a few minutes, his brow furrowed with confusion and he turned to peer outside the den entrance. After exchanging a confused look with Avacyn, the Mendacium twins rose to their paws and stepped out into the cold land to investigate further.

What they found just befuddled Saracyn even further. Fiametta was out in the snow alone, her tiny red-furred form messing about in the freshly fallen snow, standing out in stark contrast like a fresh blood spatter on the pristine white canvas. Sara raised a brow and followed beside Ava while she asked their little sister what she was up to. He would also like to know the answer to that question, but he did not feel the need to vocalize it to the toddler like she had. How was one even supposed to interact with a pup anyway? Had Avacyn not given him the signal to join them, he likely would have just rolled his eyes and gone back inside, but now that she'd invited him to come play too, he either had to begrudgingly accept or look like the rude jerk by ignoring his baby sister. With a sigh that formed into a humid cloud of breath in the cold air, Saracyn trudged through the snow over to the opposite side of Fia, flopping down on his haunches and using his large white paws to begin gathering up some snow into a pile as well, wondering just what Fia was creating and how the hell he was supposed to help.

WC: 581
Total: 1541 / 1500

"Saracyn Mendacium"