Mini Mes

Contrary to his sister's curled up form transforming her into a snuggling little ball of fluff and fuzz, Saracyn was flipped completely upside down, his side pressed to his sister's and mother's while he let the air cool his belly while he slept. Tiny puppy snores were completely uninterrupted while Manea and Alastor prepared for their big day unbeknownst to either child. Saracyn was a pretty heavy sleeper, so nothing disturbed him in the slightest until his mother gently nudged and nuzzled them in turn. Saracyn gave a sleepy grumble, arctic eyes flickering open from behind black and red eyelids. He wiped the drool from his cheek, glowering up at his very alert parents and wondering what they'd woken them up so early for—until Manea offered to actually let them out of the den! That got Saracyn awake with a start, the larger black and cardinal red pup scrambling to his paws and rushing to the door with Avacyn at his side, yapping excitedly. It was finally time! Time to see the wide world that mom and dad had said belonged to them!

Manea and Alastor stepped outside first, Saracyn watching with fascinated eyes while his parents' breaths hung in the early morning air like phantoms dancing above the ground. He leaned out of the den and into the cold world, sucking in a deep breath and letting it all out in a long, controlled breath, watching as his own exhale took physical shape into a fine mist before his very eyes! He blinked wide eyes, a wide smile on his little face at the new discovery. Their parents beckoned them to come out, and with all the bravado of a wolf who felt utterly indestructible, Saracyn took his first step out into the world.

Crunch!

Saracyn recoiled back when he heard the snap of the grass under his paw, hesitating while he looked at the grass. It felt so much different than the soft grass he'd felt when he'd tried to sneak out of the den a couple of times and Mom had stopped him every time. The world was chilled and fragile now. How interesting...! Avacyn went running out after Dad, and Saracyn shot out shortly behind her, trotting proudly across the crunching grass and hard earth, surveying the low hills and vast plains of the prairies. Th world was big, wide, and empty. It looked and felt so much different than the warm and sunny or dark and wet world he'd spied since he could remember opening his eyes. Was the world always changing like this? He snickered when he watched Ava go tumbling over her own feet, sauntering over to where Manea was waiting for them and pressing his nose almost entirely to the ground, sniffing furiously to take in as many scents and sensations as he could get his paws on.

"Saracyn Mendacium"