Fancy meeting you here

The giant wolf, equally as big as his father, looked at him with this strange expression on his face, then crouched down so they could be eye level. The stranger was smiling and his tail was wagging, so he seemed to be friendly. Saracyn, unintimidated by anything, took a couple of steps closer to Poe to step out from between his mother's legs. Cool blue stared into the warm whiskey eyes of the man, wondering if he would ever get as big as this wolf or his father. Poe introduced himself, then asked his name. Sara grinned with a proud puff of his chest. "I'm-" His introduction was interrupted when Manea stole his thunder, introducing him and Alastor in the same breath. He shot a glower up at his mother. "Hey! That's what I was saying!" With a harrumph, Saracyn parked his butt on the ground and pouted. His grumping didn't last long, however, as Manea was quick to start tickling him with delicate claws, bringing bouts of laughter from the boy as he tried to squirm away. "H-Hey! Quit it, Mom!" he cried out between light puppy laughter.

When Manea mentioned the hunt again, Saracyn's eyes lit up with a spark. He only gave a little fuss when Manea scooped him up, still hating getting lifted by his scruff, but settled easily onto Alastor's back. She agreed to let him come on the hunt, but qualifying it by saying he could only observe. Saracyn gave a little whine and a huff, but when his pouting didn't work, he gave in. "Oooookaaaay, fiiiine..." he grumbled, though secretly he was just happy to be a part of the hunt! Hunting was his most favorite thing! And now he got to do it with his parents and his new cousin too! He clung on to Alastor's fur while the wolves stalked the caribou, sneaking to an overlook and spying on the large herbivores. Saracyn gazed at them in awe, his tiny tail beating his father's back a mile a minute with how excited he was!

Manea positioned two ideas: a chase and stampede, or a stealthy takedown. Sara beamed at the idea of a high octane chase, but his enthusiasm was swiftly deflated when Alastor opted for the stealthy approach to "keep him safe". "Aww, Daaaaaad...!" the small pup whined, but was decisively shut down by Alastor who insisted he see how true predators hunted at night. He scowled a little, but didn't press the issue further. He knew his Dad was the greatest hunter in the lands. If he wanted to be like him, he would need to learn all of his tricks and techniques, including stealth. "I wanna bite it, Dad," he whispered into one of his father's ebony ears as they headed down toward the caribou, drawing a quiet snicker from his massive sire.

"Saracyn Mendacium"