Nothing like a raid to get your blood flowing

Saracyn had been itching for this moment. With how things had been going lately, taking some of this pent up aggression out on someone he could actually fight and bite instead of the ones who actually deserved his wrath would be a much needed release. The crimson prince had brought his sword and his armor to the fight, preparing for this raid as if it were real. Yes, he knew this was all in practice, but that didn't mean he was going to be holding back. There was zero chance he was going to leave a sliver of doubt that the Mendacium family brought power and strength to the table. He and Avacyn had gathered the rest of the fighters from the Redbud Nook just as noon had passed, and by the time they reached Valta's borders the sun was moving westward. There was still plenty of daylight left to burn, however; as winter was drawing to a close, the days were slowly becoming longer.

Avacyn once more reminded them of the friendly nature of this raid. They were not to go for maims or permanent damage. Saracyn gave a curt nod of his head, icy cerulean eyes surveying the Valtan landscape of the falls. The rushing water would make it challenging to hear anyone approaching, but he was prepared. The brute turned his gaze momentarily to his sister and saw the excitement in her grin. He also saw the nervousness hidden in her ebony eyes. He leaned in closer to her side, giving her neck a nuzzle under the guise of a friendly gesture to whisper to her. "You've got this. I'm with you." Saracyn would never leave Avacyn's side, lest of all in the face of battle. Just like all the times they'd faced dangers together. Now sufficiently beyond the pack's borders, Saracyn issued his own howl, challenging any who would come and face them. Vaaaltaaa, come out to plaaaay!

"Saracyn Mendacium"