Replacing what was given away

Walking with one less toe was a strange sensation. While it didn't inhibit him directly, the feeling of the phantom digit not making contact with the earth had the adolescent wolf hobbling with each step he took. Saracyn still felt the searing sting at the end of the nub where his digit had once been, severed clean through and cauterized to prevent infection and bleeding all the way home. Still, Saracyn was returning home somewhat less whole than he had been when he'd left this morning to go visit the altar out in the Veteran's Plateau. He still didn't know how he was going to go about telling his parents what had happened or why he was missing a toe all of a sudden, but given that they seemed busy with their own bullshit in their marriage, he didn't suspect they'd notice any time soon—if they ever did. The only one who'd probably notice right away was Avacyn, and somehow he felt if he told his smart, logical sister that he'd cut his toe off as an offering to the gods, she'd be skeptical at best and think him an idiot at the worst. Even now, he really couldn't justify in his own mind why he'd thought this would be a good idea.

Stumbling up the mountain path toward their family den, Saracyn hoped that he'd get lucky and nobody would be home presently. It was late in the afternoon, there was still a good chance that his parents would be out doing their alpha duties. Maybe if he was lucky he could sneak in and get to his room before anyone saw him. As it would happen, fate did not favor Saracyn that much today, and hobbling into the den the first thing he saw was the violet form of his twin sister scurrying out of her workshop and down toward her den, no doubt busy amidst the move the two planned to make with the changing of the seasons. Sara didn't say anything, the only sounds he made a few pained grunts with each step. He just watched Ava silently, not trying to draw attention to himself or his injured paw. He tried to follow quietly behind her, gritting his teeth to try and keep his sounds muted while he moved with singleminded focus toward his bedchambers.

"Saracyn Mendacium"