The Meeting of the Murder Bunch

Saracyn scoffed and rolled his bored eyes when Avacyn, the goodie-two-shoes she was, insisted they try to find the children instead and obey their parents. At his insistence for her to follow him into the estate, Ava instead turned away, causing his fur to bristle in ire, but the lad instead just huffed and turned back to the door, sliding it open and stepping a paw inside.

Thwack!

All of a sudden, something solid slammed hard into his nose, causing stars to explode before Saracyn's vision while he stumbled back out the door and collapsed to his haunches with a grunt of pain. It was like his brain had hit a restart switch, a dizzying swirling overtaking his vision for a moment while his senses tried to recalibrate. He felt wetness dripping down the end of his snout, and when he pressed a paw to the end of his muzzle, he saw thick red blood on his pads. What the fuck had just happened?! A young feminine voice spoke coldly to him. Sara glanced up at his assailant, spotting this tiny wolf with an abnormally long tail holding a dagger toward him and Avacyn. The crown of her head had dots of dark red from where he'd bled on her after she'd head butted him. Saracyn hadn't heard a word of what she said, but he didn't need to. This little rat thing had attacked him and that was all he needed to know.

Cobalt eyes blazing with lethal fire, Saracyn righted himself to his paws with a growl. "Fucking bitch!" the red-furred prince spat out, jagged shark-like teeth displayed in a vicious snarl while he flexed his paw and extended the serrated blade from his leather bracer, drawing a dagger of his own on the girl. "I'll skin you and wear you like a scarf!" But before he could launch into a battle to turn the slate and cream squirrel-wolf into an accessory, Avacyn was maneuvering gracefully between the two combatants, taking the diplomatic approach while she apologized to the girl and her much larger brother who had just emerged from the room.

"Ava!" groaned Saracyn in frustration, but knew he wouldn't be getting past his twin sister without violence. With an annoyed huff, Sara retracted the blade back into his bracer and stalked off to the opposite side of the garden, snatching a leaf from a fern to begin holding against his bleeding nose. "Don't introduce me to them," he shouted back when he heard Avacyn going through the hassle of introductions. The oversized badger-skunk and her brother didn't need to know his name.

"Saracyn Mendacium"