What a Deer

Saracyn hadn't really known what to expect his uncle to want to talk about, but once they'd gotten settled, the topic Deimos chose to speak on confused and surprised the young prince. His uncle wanted to talk to him about finding a mate? That was fishy. Something about this reeked of his mother's pushiness, and for a brief moment the yearling cast a scrutinizing look to the older male, wondering if he had been put up to this by his mother trying to use Deimos to probe into Sara's intentions of finding a woman. "Does your new wife know you're going around complimenting younger brutes?" Saracyn shot back with a wry smirk when Deimos called him a handsome young brute.

The moment of humor shared, Sara's expression turned more dour while he looked away and down at the grass beneath his paws. "I haven't put any thought into it."The admission didn't come with any shame, merely stated as a matter of fact. Idle paws pulled at some of the strands of grass, clawing at the earth just to have something to do than just lying still like a statue. "I guess I don't really see a point to it. I'm not going to ever be of any importance in my family. My sister's going to be the next alpha, and her daughter will be after her. So why does it even matter what I do?" That had always been the crux of Saracyn's existential issues. As a male wolf in a matriarchal society, he would always come second, and as a wolf who would never attain a rank higher than where he was, what was the point in him trying to further his family's bloodline? His own offspring would always be second to Avacyn's, so what incentive did he have?

"Saracyn Mendacium"