Love This Song Sing Along

Fiametta was back home again, and Saracyn was… glad, he supposed. As they’d grown up together and Sara had mellowed out with age, he’d come to appreciate the middling Mendacium pup more and more. Plus having one of his kin disappearing was a concerning notion, not just for her sake, but for the reputation of the family too. How would it look to the rest of Ardent if they knew a wolf of alpha blood had gone missing without a trace? Thank the gods she had returned to them whole. But the state in which she’d returned had Saracyn questioning her wellbeing—as well as what the hell had happened to her in her absence. Fia was not the same wolf she was when she’d gone missing. The worst possible scenario immediately popped into the Commander’s mind, but he dared not entertain it. No Mendacium would ever be made a victim of.

Evening took over from day, Saracyn finishing up his routine duties as Commander to make sure the pack was safe with the newest dangers right on their doorstep. Night patrols were being run along the western borders and the crimson speckled brute was heading back to his den for the evening. He reached the base of the mountain path just as Fia was heading up as well, likely going back to her own den for the night too. There was an anxious energy about her; a restlessness that seemed to radiate from her like an aura. Sara studied her for a moment with narrowed brows, picking up his pace to close the distance and catch up to her. "Someone's in a sour mood," he called out to her to get her attention, a wry half smirk on his lips. As he came closer, his glowing facial marking gently illuminated their faces in the dark. "What bit your ass?"

"Saracyn Mendacium"