What a Deer

Now that he was back with his family again he supposed he better get to know the ones that had been born in the time he was away—most importantly his sister's children. He already knew about Avacyn being the next Matriarch which he would have assumed whether Manea told him or not. Being the oldest girl of the bunch made that easy enough. She seemed to be a smart girl, not all that different than how Manea was around her age, but she hadn't spent a ton of time with her yet either. Who he was a little more interested in was the only son of the bunch. Being a Mendacium male was an interesting position to be in so there was always automatically something to connect on there.

He knew Saracyn had been hurt semi recently so he had to wait until his nephew was back on his feet, but as soon as he was feeling up to it he started looking for an opportunity for them to get to know one another. He had spotted a herd of mule deer roaming through the Rock Garden, taking advantage of the fresh growth of thick grass that had sprung up after all the spring storms, and what better bonding activity was there besides hunting? He walked with Saracyn off of the island, glancing toward the young man at his side as the crossed the land bridge that connected them to the mainland. "First time out since the tumble?" he questioned, trying to gauge how much of the heavy lifting he should expect from his nephew or how much he'd need to take on.

"Deimos Mendacium"