Bullying is Kinda My Thing

For all his love of fighting, Saracyn had never made his way over to the infamous battlefield before. The red-furred Mendacium prince strode across the expansive field, his pawsteps crunching the freshly fallen snow beneath his stride. Light flurries of the white powder drifted lazily in the cool air to settle on the earth, adding to the blanket of undisturbed white. The yearling's nostrils flared, drinking in the scents on the wind, scouting for any signs of life on the plains. Across the battlefield, he could see patches of disturbed snow from where other wolves had fought before. If he was lucky, perhaps he'd come across someone today to add their own patch of turned up snow and dirt to the war zone.

Lifting his head, Saracyn caught sight of his two raptors gliding leisurely in the updrafts, keeping their eyes out for threats to their master. There was a security in knowing he had someone watching his back, and with all the bravado of a highborn son, he strode further across the field, red fur standing out stark against the pristine white world.

"Saracyn Mendacium"