Signs of Life

Despite being a hunting guru, Saracyn was equally as talented at fishing as he was at hunting. No prey on land or in the water could escape his grasp! The Commander had headed out to the Boreal shores off of the Rock Garden to try and catch some ocean-dwelling fish for their larders now that spring had returned and was in the middle of pulling another large cod out of the water when Avacyn's call from Alias carried to him on the wind. Sara glanced up, the fish still flopping and struggling in his jaws and smacking him in the face with its tail, almost earning its freedom until Sara ended its struggling with a strong bite. Oh no you don't! Carrying the cod up to the pile he had on a small travois, the dire brute pulled his haul back towards Alias, not wanting to leave it unguarded for any gulls to scavenge on.

Sara made his way to their food stores and tossed the fish in a salt brine to preserve before making his way towards the lake, pausing at a stream to wash his fur of the smell of fish first. His antics had made him later than he would have preferred, but eventually Saracyn slid up alongside his mate, giving Avacyn a little smile and settled in to listen to what she had to say. Many wolves had turned up so far, and he was glad to see such a loyal showing from their family and pack mates.

"Saracyn Mendacium"