The Meeting of the Murder Bunch

Saracyn couldn't have been less interested in finding the other inhabitants of the island if he tried. He had been glad Mom and Dad had brought him and Avacyn along to visit the Austerian pack and get to explore while they handled all the adult stuff, but he wasn't exactly in the mood for meeting a bunch of ragtag hillbillies trapped in an island convent. Nothing about this place appealed to him. It was muggy, it was damp, it looked weird, and it wasn't like their island back north. Sara missed his home and he still hated that they had to leave behind the island they'd known and loved. So suffice to say, the scarlet pup was feeling sour over the entire idea of being here.

Still, he followed his sister while they wandered the island. He scared away a flock of toucans and tried to chomp on some strange marmoset creature while they scoured the island. Eventually, the twins arrived at the estate Chimera had directed them to, and while Ava gawked at the massive ficus tree, Saracyn sauntered about the atrium as if he owned the place. As he neared his first birthday, his size began to show more and more, and there would be no doubt that he would match his sire in terms of size. Icy cobalt eyes swept over the vast wings of the estate, coming back to his sister when she came back to lean into his side.

"You were actually going to look for the kids?" he asked with a barking laugh, razor sharp teeth flashing in a cynical grin while he rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Ava, you don't really wanna spend the day watching a bunch of babies, do you?" A quick sniff of the air brought him the scents of several fresh, young puppies, all of which the red-furred lad wanted nothing to do with. "But y'know, we could go looking around this place. I bet there's tons of cool stuff and secrets in these rooms." He flashed Ava a roguish grin coupled with an eyebrow waggle as he meandered over to the east wing of the estate, sliding open a door and peering into the quiet hall. He shot a glance back at his twin that said "You coming?" before he headed in to start snooping around. If his parents weren't going to let him be involved in the fun, then he'd make his own fun.

"Saracyn Mendacium"