Not so friendly welcome

If there was one thing Saracyn had come to hate more than anything in the world, it was moving. It seemed all they did anymore was pack up and move from one place to another and he loathed it! He couldn't settle anywhere for longer than half a season, he couldn't get used to any of his homes, he couldn't find any consistency in his life! He missed Alias Island, missed the family cave, missed the slight chill in the air of the north and being surrounded by the sea and hunting goats across the rocky mountainside. So of course he was busy trying to sneak off every chance he got, which was precisely what he had attempted to do as soon as the band reached their new temporary home. While everyone else was busy unpacking and building dens, Sara tried to slip away undetected to avoid having to do any of the work he despised so much—but unbeknownst to him, he'd caught the attention of his keen-eyed mother, who scooped him back and effortlessly foiled his escape attempt. "Noooo, Moooooom! Lemme go! I'm not helping unload the cart again!" he whined as he thrashed about to try and escape her while she pulled him back out of his hiding spot.

Any retort his mother might have made was cut short by a much louder clatter near their carts, causing both he and Manea to glance back towards them. With another defiant huff at his mother's command, Saracyn reluctantly followed behind Manea to investigate the noise. Why was she making such a huge fuss over it? It was probably clumsy uncle Poe knocking something over again! Still, he followed behind her, and when they saw the bear blinded by crystal growths trying to get at their supplies, Sara instantly perked back up. Oh boy, a fight! His tail was already wagging when Manea asked if he wanted to chase it off with her. He flashed his teeth to her, which were beginning to show odd little serrations across them as he grew his mature teeth, and nodded vigorously. "Yeah, let's kill it!" he cheered. Chasing it off sounded boring. Why would they not just try to end its life? Anything that dared approach his family with such brazen recklessness deserved to be put in the ground or left out to feed the buzzards.

Saracyn nodded to his mother's plan, then took a stealthy position behind an overgrowth of berry bushes while she moved out to distract their ursine intruder. He watched his mother work, and once she'd distracted the bear and led it away from the carts enough, Saracyn shot out of the bush like a bolt of crimson lightning. He aimed straight for one of the bear's thighs, flying like a missile right to the bear's leg with jaws parted to sink sharp teeth into flesh. He felt the bear's muscle and sinew give way beneath his oddly sharp teeth, and with a few good jerks of his head, hot gushes of blood began to fill his mouth.

The flavor kicked in the same chemical reaction in his brain that it did in his father's, spurring a bloodlust within the young wolf and causing him to tear more savagely at the bear's leg, shredding its meat and muscle in an attempt to make it bleed more. The bear roared and turned on Saracyn, trying to kick its leg to dislodge the wolf, but Sara was locked on good, biting harder and harder until he felt his teeth hit bone. He wasn't going to let go until the bear collapsed from blood loss.

WC: 603
Total: 1376 / 1500

"Saracyn Mendacium"