Fresh meat a la moose

Saracyn was not exactly happy to be forced into working alongside the blue brat—especially not when he was heading the hunt—but at the end of the day, this would be beneficial to the pack. Elysium would have more meat in its larders for the rest of winter and the lake his parents were seeking to claim would have their first prey's blood spilled across its soil. As much as he disliked Chade, he did love a good hunt, and they would all look good helping to expand Elysium's borders. So he would play nice—for now. How long this truce lasted remained to be seen, but it at least meant Saracyn wouldn't try to shove his rival beneath the stampeding hooves of a moose. Although the idea did sound pleasing...

Gathering along the border of the lake territory, Saracyn could already smell the unmistakable musk of the bull moose somewhere in the area. No doubt drawn here by the major water source the lake was for all prey animals. Chade began to lay out the plan of attack—the team would split in two and flank the moose, hoping to drive it into fleeing. Then he and Chade would take it down from the front and keep it corralled within the territory. If it fled too far south, they risked losing it over the borders into Abaven. Sara certainly didn't want to be handing another pack a free meal, so he mentally committed to working with Chade in whatever capacity he had to in order to make sure this kill stayed Elysium's.

Chade concluded the meeting by asking if anyone had any questions or concerns. Saracyn had none and shook his head in reply. "I'm ready to go when everyone else is," he remarked. "Try not to get kicked in the head, anyone. My mother will be very upset if we bring a corpse back along with dinner." There was a bit of grim humor in his remark, but also a serious warning. Moose were no easy prey to bring down, and he'd heard stories of how a single bull moose could easy turn an adult wolf from an is to a was.

"Saracyn Mendacium"