You look tasty

Avacyn had been right in her assumptions: Saracyn was fully prepared to run down each and every single cannibalistic wolf that lived in those godforsaken tunnels. Fortunately, his sister's calmer head prevailed, and she held him back to prevent him from running off into a very stupid and gory suicide. Saracyn huffed and snarled louder, his rumbling voice echoing down the mines after their would-be predators just to get his message across, then followed his twin's lead bolted for the sunlight and fresh air. Once they had emerged out into the cold world once more, the pair sprinted as far from the mines as their legs could carry them. They only stopped once the mine entrance was far out of sight. When they paused to catch their breaths, Sara began to take stock of himself, checking on his injury. The bite on his leg was nothing serious and would heal quickly, and the blood he was currently caked in wasn't his own. He was fine.

Saracyn gave a short, sharp huff of breath and shook his head with disgust. "Vile, revolting little fuckers!" he spat in disdain, glowering eyes leering back the way they came. Saracyn made a mental note to avoid those caves at all costs. Actually, maybe he'd come back one day just to cave them all in and bury those rabid dogs alive in the bowels of the earth. Wouldn't that be a delightful little project? Ava asked if he was okay, and Sara nodded his head. "I'm fine. One of them tried to nibble my leg, but it's nothing." He turned his concerned blue eyes to her, coming closer to look her over for injuries as well. "They didn't get you, did they?" After confirming she hadn't been hurt either, the red-furred yearling breathed a sigh of relief. "C'mon, let's get the hell outta here..." he said, then turned to lead Ava northward, away from those cursed caves.

"Saracyn Mendacium"