Not throwing away my shot [Pack claim!]

Saracyn had been so excited for today. His mother and father had spent so much time out scouting some pack, talking amongst themselves about a hostile takeover and building their home. Seeing his parents so excited made him excited! He was young—far too young to understand the concepts of packs and power—but whatever it was, it meant something to his mother, and that must mean it was important! So when the day started and Manea and Alastor herded their little family north to the remains of a pack had once been, Sara thought maybe he was finally going to get to see something exciting! But nope! As per usual, his parents deposited him and his sister far back on the sidelines with Irilyth, left behind while they went off to do whatever it was they were going to do.

The crimson pup pouted and grumped while he sat in the snow drawing unhappy faces with his paws. He heard his mother's howl ring out claiming dominion over something, and then a few minutes later a stranger's call came as well. Rising his head, Saracyn watched as wolf after wolf he didn't recognize began to head down towards the massive metal structure, congregating in a cluster. His little body quivered with anticipation and annoyance. He wanted to be involved in this too! He was tired of being left behind while the adults did everything on their own! So, while Irilyth was distracted with Avacyn, Saracyn made a break for it, sprinting as fast as his little puppy legs could carry him down to the ship.

Using his smaller size to his advantage, Sara dipped and weaved between the legs of the strangers, pushing his way toward the center of the crowd. He spied his mother seated next to an unfamiliar tawny woman as big as she was. She was wearing something weird on her head, and Sara couldn't help but think it made the woman look dopey and dumb. Why was she squaring up against his mother? Narrowing icy eyes, Saracyn made to push through to his mother—only to have the giant black paw of his sire snatch him up by the midsection. "Dad! Lemme go!" Sara squirmed with all four legs flailing fruitlessly in the air, struggling until Alastor told him that his mother was about to fight the weirdly dressed wolf for a pack.

A fight? Saracyn's interest was piqued. Turning excited blue eyes back to Manea, the pup's tail wagged a mile a minute, ready to watch his mother spill some blood and beat the other wolf to a pulp. "You're the best, Mom! Kick her butt!" he shouted as loud as he could over the ruckus of the other wolves in the peanut gallery.

"Saracyn Mendacium"