Fancy meeting you here

Saracyn watched the way his parents and cousin Poe moved, stalking their prey like only masterful hunters could. They had perfected the art of hunting, and Saracyn was in awe to watch them work. The wolves moved silently, swiftly, like death incarnate approaching their target with no hope of survival for the doomed caribou. Icy blue eyes widened with excitement, his little body practically trembling with anticipation when Alastor whispered a quiet shush. Saracyn bit his lip to help keep himself silent, anxiously watching and waiting... waiting... still waiting? Gods, there was a lot of waiting!

And then all of a sudden things were happening! Poe broke the silence and attacked the caribou cow, taking her down with such ease it made Sara grin from ear-to-ear to watch! Then his mother, leaping like a graceful lioness to pin and mutilate with teeth and claws! Then his father, telling him to hold on, which he did without hesitation, and then they were rushing into the hunt! Sara squinted against the rush of air as Alastor propelled them into the clearing like a missile, his stomach leaping as suddenly they were airborne! Then they were on top of the struggling caribou, and Saracyn took his father's example and let go of his sire's scruff to slide down the massive black wolf and land on the caribou's heaving chest.

Blue eyes watched wide with wonder when Alastor sunk his teeth into the screaming cow's throat, silencing her cries forevermore. Grinning like a madman, Sara clambered over the caribou's body until he reached her throat and followed his parents' example. He lunged with claws and teeth bared, biting and ripping into the warm flesh near where one of his mother's paws was holding the herbivore's throat. He'd tasted blood from the meat he'd eaten before, but when he bit down and managed to find a vein, the sudden gush of hot, fresh blood in his mouth surprised him. It was warm, thick, rich and metallic... and it tasted oh, so, so good!

Saracyn wasn't like his father though and couldn't keep up with the animal's spurting blood, having to pull back when a single pump filled his mouth with the robust fluid. He swallowed, but coughed some of it back up, another spurt of blood catching him across the face and chest and covering him in blood. Saracyn was having the time of his life though, and with a manic laughter of a child, went right back to ripping into the caribou's flesh, eager for more of the fresh blood spilling down his throat like the finest wine.

The animal died shortly after, but Saracyn hadn't noticed. He kept growling and tearing off tiny chunks of meat from the animal, only realizing it was dead when he noticed he wasn't finding any more spurts of blood. He glanced up at the adults, big blue eyes blinking sweetly up at them, his upper body drenched and matted with blood, a piece of caribou fur still stuck in his teeth while he smiled at them. Tiny tail wagged in an enthusiastic blur as the boy giggled and said, "That was so much fun! Can we go kill another one?"

"Saracyn Mendacium"