What a Deer

Saracyn's dour expression shifted and lifted even if only for a moment when his uncle smirked and assured him that he was just curious about his recovery and that he knew they could both outhunt anyone else. The white marks around Sara's eyes lifted as he raised a brow to Deimos' unexpected response. In recent times, he had felt his family was starting to go soft, no longer viewing themselves as the superior beings destined to control the world. His mother in particular had begun opening herself up to more and more outsiders, starting first with her golden whore, then those orphaned blue wretches, then the blind alpha from the south and the Hallows couple she and his father liked to host. It had made him begin to question his own mother's beliefs and commitment to their superiority, and he had wondered if perhaps she was trying to bring them down to everyone else's level. What a refreshing breath of air Deimos was appearing to be.

The blood-furred prince didn't reply verbally, but his curious glance and little sadistic grin touched his lips in response to Deimos' own grinning features would say enough for now. Saracyn was still brooding over the ideas that his family seemed to be forgetting their own importance, but there was little he felt he could do. As a male Mendacium—and a young one at that—he held neither the power nor influence to do anything other than exist in stasis. Granted, that stasis did have the benefit of coming with Avacyn kisses, but he still felt trapped in his own circumstances far beyond his control. To say that it was frustrating would have been a major understatement. No more words were exchanged between the brutes while they hunted, soon tracking down a herd of mule deer. The wolves utilized the cover of the rocks to get in closer, piercing cobalt eyes canning the small cluster. A full size buck, three does, and a yearling. Easy pickings, most of them.

Deimos gestured to his chosen prey—the adolescent buck. The plan his uncle came up with was straightforward and simple. Get in, play keep away, kill it. Over and done with. There was no need to do any complicated performances when the two males had more than enough natural strength and weaponry to bring down the young deer. "An easy day," he rumbled in remark, giving a nod to his uncle. Saracyn silently crept away from Deimos, moving to get into position around the side of the herd. He used the large rocks for cover, knowing his red fur would be a giant red flag if they saw him. He maneuvered stealthily and swiftly into position, placing himself along the side of the herd opposite of Deimos. When his uncle came out to distract them, there was no doubt the mother and son would try to flee in his direction.

"Saracyn Mendacium"