Alias Island was supposed to be a safe haven. After all, it was a well guarded island. Yet somehow, the stench of grizzly bear greeted Alastor's nose first thing that morning when he'd stepped outside the den, the pungent stink wafting on the air from somewhere nearby in the mountains. Ebony eyes narrowed into deadly points. They had gone through painstaking measures to remove all predators from the island already. Damned bears never learned their lesson... For gods' sakes, there were pups on the island! Oh well, guess he was getting some exercise this morning!

Stalking along the mountain paths, Alastor followed the grizzly's trail until he tracked the damned thing down to a cave in the mountains. Most likely preparing for hibernation. Well, if it thought it was going to crash in his family's home for the duration of winter, it had another thing coming. Sharp fangs bared, Alastor silently crept into the cave, slinking deeper into the dark until the heavy sounds of snoring could be heard. He found the bear sound asleep at the back of the cave, a small collection of food around it. It was bulking up for the winter! Well, no more! As silent as the breeze, Alastor lunged for the bear, leaping onto its back with a snarl and sinking his razor sharp siam claws into its thick hide and fangs into its scruff, biting through fur and fat. The bear bellowed in panic and pain as it jolted awake, trying to stand with the weight of a dire wolf on its back as it flailed to attempt to dislodge the brute from his assault.

"Alastor Mendacium"

Unbeknownst to Alastor, Saracyn was also on the hunt of the grizzly bear in question. He had gotten reports from his raptors of the massive ursine making its way onto the island sometime in the night and killing some of their mountain goats. Well, that wouldn't do to have a mangy stray stealing their supplies and threatening their home. So off Saracyn stalked through the mountains, hunting about for any sign of the bear. He found some tracks along a muddy outcropping, then picked up the scent trail not a few minutes later. Round and round the winding paths he went, until he eventually came upon its lair—and was surprised to find the scent of his father in the area as well.

A bellow from inside the cave followed by feral snarls alerted the Commander as to what was going on inside. Saracyn's focus sharpened and he ran inside to join the fray. Alastor was a formidable fighter and hunter—in fact, he'd taught Sara everything he knew—but his sire was getting up there in age. Fighting bears alone should not have been his go to for a fun morning activity. Sara found his father atop the angry bear like a cowboy riding a bucking bull, tearing into its hide with reckless abandon. The sight brought a delighted grin to his face, and with sharp serrated teeth bared, Saracyn ran in to help his father. While Alastor tore into the beast's back, Saracyn went for its exposed sides, taking bites into the bear's ribs and as much of the underbelly as he could reach. The flesh was less fatty here, and his sharklike teeth were rewarded with a rich gush of hot blood into his mouth.

"Saracyn Mendacium"

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Alastor growled and snarled as he clung onto the back of the bear, holding on to prevent himself from being bucked off. It was just like a thrill ride! Grinning widely to himself with manic glee, Alastor continued to rip at the bear's scruff, spurts of blood coating his fangs and tongue as he finally ripped through the fat to the soft sinew underneath. The bear bellowed in pain—and then began to rear up as another series of growls started below. Alastor lifted his head and glanced down, spotting the crimson and black form of his son aiding him in the fight. Well well, this was a pleasant turn of events! It had been quite some time since Alastor had gotten to spill any blood with his eldest son, but he certainly wasn't going to shy away from the chance to do so now!

Grinning a wide, bloodstained smile, Alastor kicked off of the bear's back and landed just behind the giant beast, watching as it reared up on its hind legs. That was when the dire brute struck, lunging in at the bear's hinds and sinking his fangs into the tendons of its rear legs, tugging with all his might to topple the bear. The grizzly was a massive beast though, and it was refusing to go down easy.

"Alastor Mendacium"

For a brief moment, Saracyn locked eyes with his sire as Alastor hung onto the thrashing bear's back. There was a surprise, but also a delight and feral glee in the old wolf's eyes, and the excitement to share this fight with Sara was tenable. Saracyn grinned back up at his father, his smile equally as bloody from the chunks of flesh he'd pulled from the bear's side. Now this was more like a game than a chore! While the bear rose up to try and throw Alastor off of it, Sara watched Al switch his tactics and instead start going for the bear's heels. He caught onto the plan immediately, and while his sire fought to topple it, Saracyn decided to employ the help of physics and gravity. Taking a couple steps back, the dire brute charged at the grizzly and lunged into its belly with all his might, sending his full weight crashing into the top heavy predator like a battering ram. The force of the impact coupled with Alastor's pulling of its stocky legs was all it took, and in the next moment, the grizzly was toppling backwards onto its back, exposing its vulnerable underbelly to the two wolves. They had it on the ropes now!

"Saracyn Mendacium"

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Saracyn's designated wolf to protect as a Bodyguard is Avacyn. She may enter his threads not marked as Private.
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Alastor locked gazes with Saracyn, and he saw recognition light up in his son's eyes. Pride filled the older dire brute's heart as he watched his boy build up an impressive charge and slam straight into the bear, the backwards force coupled with a strong pull on the Achilles' tendon sending the bear crashing backwards with a roar of agony. There was a heavy thud that nearly shook the cave as the grizzly collapsed onto its back, exposing its soft underside to the pair of bloodthirsty brutes. No mercy would be shown here. The ursine had deliberately invaded their home knowing wolves lived here, and now it would pay the ultimate price. Giving it no reprieve or no time to recover, Alastor let go of the bear's leg and leaped up onto its belly. Thankfully, it hadn't bulked up much for hibernation, meaning he still had plenty of access to its vitals unprotected by fat. Alastor chose the throat.

With a snarl and a lunge, Alastor's jaws closed around the bear's thick neck, sharp fangs popping through flesh and sinew, tearing through arteries and veins alike. Blood gushed into his mouth and across his face like biting into a jelly donut. The heat, the coppery taste, the adrenaline rush, it was a high unlike any Alastor could find anywhere else! The bear gave a weak, choking bellow of fear, but it was swiftly silenced by another brutal crush of his jaws on the animal's destroyed throat. Alastor held on like a lion, waiting for his foe to either suffocate or exsanguinate, whichever way it chose to expire by first.

"Alastor Mendacium"