Mini Mes

The world was a symphony of smells! Every which way he turned his eager little nose, Saracyn found more and more unique smells! It was so difficult to separate them all out and find what scents led to what. How did the adults do it so easily?! As if on cue, Manea walked up beside him and began sniffing as well, then asked if he knew what a certain smell would lead to. Saracyn furrowed his brow as he focused reeeeeally hard on the smells around him, taking a few deep whiffs where his mother had and finding the musky smell right away. He sampled the air a couple more times, focusing as hard on the smell as he could. He recognized it from meal times. Ah, that was it! Grinning up at his mother with little puppy teeth, Saracyn responded simply with, "It smells like dinner!" Well, he wasn't technically wrong.

The sound of his sister's voice calling his name made him turn around in a hurry, spotting the purple fur of his twin atop their father's back as they started heading up to the top of the hill their den resided in. Grinning from ear to ear, Sara gave a happy yap and took off after the two, bouncing as fast as his little puppy legs would take him. He caught up to Alastor a moment later, looking back to make sure Mom was coming too, then followed Dad up to the top of the hill. As they crested the summit, Saracyn immediately hopped up onto a nearby rock to give himself a little more elevation to look out over the land. The prairie stretched on for as far as his eyes could see. Out to the west, more arid lands lay in wait, and to the east was a distant sea. Mountains bordered the horizon to the north, and to the south was a massive thicket of woods. The world looked so big and so awesome!

"Whooooa! Look at how big everything is!" Saracyn cooed as he practically spun in place to see all the things surrounding him. "Mom! Mom! Have you been over there before? Or over there? Or there?" Saracyn just kept pointing as various landmarks he could see and asking if she'd ever been to them, suddenly wanting to go exploring everywhere his little paws could take him.

"Saracyn Mendacium"