Fancy meeting you here
Poe
Defender
Bloodletter
09-10-2021, 05:32 PM
Manea hadn't missed the questioning look in her cousin's eyes when she turned back toward him after summoning Alastor and had no doubt that it was over the fact that she had mentioned children instead of child. She knew they hadn't been apart long enough for her to have had multiple litters and he was sharp enough to realize that as well so surely he would put two and two together to figure out that more than one pup had been spared. She smirked softly, but she didn't reveal the truth of it just yet since Alastor walked out just a moment later, his dark eyes appraising the equally large male in front of him. "This is-" she began to say to answer her husband's question, but a certain rambunctious ball of fluff came darting out and interrupted her, making her shift her aqua gaze down to the little black and red pup between her feet. She chuckled softly at his demands of wanting to go hunting with them and questioning who the horned man was that she had brought to see them. Luckily Poe took the initiative to introduce himself to her son and by proxy Alastor as well.
"This little fireball is Saracyn," she said with a chuckle, teasingly tickling under Sara's jaw with her claws, looking down at her son adoringly. Glancing up to nod toward Alastor beside her she added, "This is my husband Alastor. We have a daughter as well... Saracyn's twin. I assume Avacyn is still asleep..." She glanced toward the den's entrance again, half expecting her daughter to be standing there watching them. It seemed as though she was still asleep though and as she peered through the darkness of the den she saw the glimmer of Avacyn's marking in their bed alongside the faint lightness of Irilyth's fur. Turning her attention back to Poe, she said, "She can stay with my handmaiden while we hunt." She bent her head to pick up Saracyn by his scruff, placing him on Alastor's back. "You can come with us and watch, but be careful, alright? We're going to go after a caribou and you'd be crushed in an instant under one of their hooves." With that she led the trio of males off toward the caribou herd Poe had pointed out previously.
Finding a vantage point above their prey, she settled among some grasses to assess the situation and decide the best plan of action. The easiest would probably be to do something like she and Alastor had done before when they were hunting the bison calf, but there was the added difficulty of the quickly approaching darkness and that the caribou were going to be more likely to pick up on their presence than the unintelligent bison had been. Scanning the herd she spotted one of the caribou cows that was toward the fringes of the herd. She seemed like the most likely candidate and Manea quietly lifted a paw to point her out to the others of her hunting party. "The way I see it we can either move in quietly and take her down before the others realize or two of us can get the rest of the herd running while one of us starts bringing her down. What do you think?" she whispered before glancing toward Alastor, curious to see what he'd say on the matter.
Manea | Temno | Ciemny
"This little fireball is Saracyn," she said with a chuckle, teasingly tickling under Sara's jaw with her claws, looking down at her son adoringly. Glancing up to nod toward Alastor beside her she added, "This is my husband Alastor. We have a daughter as well... Saracyn's twin. I assume Avacyn is still asleep..." She glanced toward the den's entrance again, half expecting her daughter to be standing there watching them. It seemed as though she was still asleep though and as she peered through the darkness of the den she saw the glimmer of Avacyn's marking in their bed alongside the faint lightness of Irilyth's fur. Turning her attention back to Poe, she said, "She can stay with my handmaiden while we hunt." She bent her head to pick up Saracyn by his scruff, placing him on Alastor's back. "You can come with us and watch, but be careful, alright? We're going to go after a caribou and you'd be crushed in an instant under one of their hooves." With that she led the trio of males off toward the caribou herd Poe had pointed out previously.
Finding a vantage point above their prey, she settled among some grasses to assess the situation and decide the best plan of action. The easiest would probably be to do something like she and Alastor had done before when they were hunting the bison calf, but there was the added difficulty of the quickly approaching darkness and that the caribou were going to be more likely to pick up on their presence than the unintelligent bison had been. Scanning the herd she spotted one of the caribou cows that was toward the fringes of the herd. She seemed like the most likely candidate and Manea quietly lifted a paw to point her out to the others of her hunting party. "The way I see it we can either move in quietly and take her down before the others realize or two of us can get the rest of the herd running while one of us starts bringing her down. What do you think?" she whispered before glancing toward Alastor, curious to see what he'd say on the matter.
