Fancy meeting you here

Saracyn was lying tucked up in bed, bushed from the day's long travels and his nonstop exploration of the world along the way. He'd seen so many new things and done so much in one short day, and he was ready for bed. That is, he was ready for bed until the prospect of a hunt came up. He'd been tucked into their makeshift bed beside Avacyn while Alastor told them a story of how he'd gotten the scar over his left eye when Manea called for him to go hunting. Avacyn was already fully asleep and snoring quietly while snuggling up beside him, but those words had woken the boy up in a blink. He wanted to go hunting too! The pup grumbled when Alastor kissed his forehead and then headed outside. Determined not to miss out on this, Saracyn very carefully extracted himself from Ava's side and slipped out of the cart, dropping to the ground with a soft "oof" before scampering outside.

Little legs racing across the ground and then crunching into the thin sheet of snow, Saracyn saw his parents talking to a strange wolf, easily as big as Dad and matching him in colors too. Curiouser and curiouser, the little scarlet and noir pup came bounding up to his parents, slipping between Manea's paws to pop out at her feet. In the fading light, Saracyn's marking began to give off just a hint of their glow, faint in the twilight, and growing stronger with the encroaching darkness. "Mom, Dad! I wanna go hunting to!" he exclaimed, then turned his attention back to the stranger. "Hey, who are you? Mom, who is he?"

"Saracyn Mendacium"