And then they slithered away

Saracyn felt the days drag on after summer had shifted into the coolness of fall. All around the island, the deciduous trees had begun to shift colors, being farther north than most of Boreas, the air had also become notably cooler especially in the evenings. He quite liked the way the trees looked like they had burst into fire all around him, with the exception of the evergreens that remained... well, ever green. Alias was ablaze with autumn colors, and the now yearling was enjoying the weather significantly more. He had been outside the familial den amongst a copse of the changing trees when he saw his mother stalking by, greeting her with a simple bark. After his parents had returned from their fornication trip to make him some more siblings (that he didn't really want in the first place), life had seemingly slowed down and become more mundane for him. No more responsibilities leading in their stead, nothing to assist Avacyn with since she was also doing her own thing. Just... nothing.

So when Manea instructed him to follow her, he was swift to rise, now at his adult height and just slightly taller than his own mother, and follow her into their den. He gathered up his weapons and strapped them on before following her back out, not asking any questions until they were halfway to the lake. Snake hunting, she told him, was what they were up to today. Sara raised a curious brow. He'd hunted many sorts of prey animals before, but snakes? This would be a new one for him. Giving a whistle for his raptors to follow, the two Stygian avians took to the sky to trail their master while the wolves made it to the lake. Manea filled him in on the tracking methods they would need to use to find the snakes since scent hunting was out of the question.

"What do snake trails even look like?" he asked, the red-furred wolf peeking beneath a large rock to find nothing. "Snakes don't have paws or legs."

"Saracyn Mendacium"