Fresh meat a la moose

Ara was the first to arrive, and she watched as the other wolves filled in. She grinned at her little (big) nephew, and then her niece as the two younger wolves joined the party. They weren’t really her niece and nephew, but it was easier to call them such then the true extended name. They were family, and she was happy to hold them close with the words she used.

Then the party was off, tracking down the moose through the long reeds by the lake. It was a beautiful territory, and the Mendacium was more then happy that the pack was assimilating it.

When the moose came within their sights, the hunt was on. She fell in with the group as it began to chase and herd the creature.


"Naráca Mendacium"