Lets pick a fight

Saracyn was all smiles while he followed alongside Avacyn as they passed out of pack lands and into the wild world together for a day of mischief and adventure. The sun was just about midway through the morning sky, meaning they had plenty of time in the shorter winter day to burn through together, and he intended to make the most of it. Ever since Scylla had come to stay in Elysium, he had been spending more time with the wild girl—not exactly out of a desire to do so, but more out of obligation, since their mother thought it would be a good idea for him to socialize and learn how to play nice with others. Plus Scylla wasn't really all that bad he supposed... But it did mean he didn't get nearly as much free time to hang around with Avacyn as he once did, especially not with her training to be the next Matriarch ramping up.

Those factors just meant that this day was even more special for the two of them! Casting his own sideways glance to his slightly smaller twin, Saracyn returned her happy little grin and gave her a gentle nudge to her side while they walked alongside one another, their paws moving in almost perfect sync. "So what's the plans for today, Future Genetrix?" he teased her lightly. Saracyn opened his mouth again to offer a suggestion, when a sudden leonine roar interrupted him, the yearling closing his mouth in surprise as he tried to figure out how he'd made that sound. When the tiger that had been sleeping behind one of the crumbled stone pillars leaped out to ambush the yearlings, Saracyn realized where the sound had come from, the big cat squaring off with the wolves as it prepared to defend its territory.

Saracyn's eyes flashed with a deadly gleam and he bared his fangs back with a vicious snarl. "Guess we found our first course!" he said with a wicked snicker, then launched himself at the tiger. The tiger roared and lunged for the wolf, but Saracyn had expected such an obvious attack. The red-furred wolf kicked his paws out and slid beneath the pouncing tiger, righting himself as the big cat landed and propelling himself into a leap that landed him on the tiger's back half. Sara wasted no time sinking his teeth into the tiger's thigh, tearing through flesh and muscle with his jagged fangs as he thrashed, tearing apart the tiger's calf with a pained roar from the feline.

"Saracyn Mendacium"