Strangers in my house

Daemon didn't know where all these strangers had suddenly come from, but all of a sudden they were all over his home. They smelled different; all the same as one another, but not like his family. They were all dull, monochrome colors, not like the vivid and vibrant shades his bloodline wore. And worst of all? They were all so sad and miserable-looking! Ugh, such a downer! His mother had told him that they were distant friends from across the continent, that they were related to aunt Ikigai. Daemon didn't really understand why all of them had come here then, but he'd heard whispers of something about them losing their home or some such nonsense. How did a group of wolves even lose their homes? Seemed illogical to the boy, but he was still so naive to the ways of the world.

The boy was out prowling through the pine woods of his family's island, stalking and hunting squirrels and small rodents just for the fun of it. The Mendacium prince had a proclivity and a natural inclination towards violence, always trying to fight with his siblings and the older boys around the pack. The rush of battle made him feel excited, alive. He had wandered his way down to the lake at the heart of the island while pursuing a fleeing a squirrel, snapping at its heels as it raced away from the pup through the underbrush. But out by the lake, where there was no shelter or cover, it only took a moment for Daemon to run down the critter, leaping upon it and snatching its head up in his jaws. He gave the flailing squirrel a vicious shake before slamming it down onto the rocky ground twice. It had stopped fighting and now hung limp from the lad's mouth. The adrenaline rush coupled with the high of victory, and the heavy breathing Daemon stood proud with his trophy clutched in his jaws. Victory tasted so sweet!

"Daemon Mendacium"