Fancy meeting you here

The journey back up towards the north had been leisurely, allowing Avacyn and Saracyn the freedoms to explore the world and let their curious minds find the feasts of knowledge they were ravenous for. It never failed to make the demon brute smile to watch his little fireflies take on their world, Saracyn with a bravado that matched if not rivaled his own, and Avacyn with a quiet fascination of a scholar at work. His two children were so different in how they approached the world, but neither was greater than they other—simply different. Their contrasts complimented the other perfectly, like two halves of a whole, and Alastor found himself hoping they would always be as close as they were now.

When they'd settled in to rest in an abandoned den for the night in some forsaken ruins on the cusp of the northern and eastern territories, Alastor had immediately set to feeding the twins and preparing their beds for the night. It was early evening, the world turning still as it prepared to end the day, the last remnants of light keeping the skies illuminated for a little while longer in the early winter. A thin layer of snow had fallen here already, so Alastor was determined to make sure his little bundles of chaos were kept extra snug. He'd been in the middle of telling the pups a bedtime story when Manea poked her head into the den and summoned him to come meet someone and go hunting with them. His ears perked in intrigue. Who could she possibly want him to meet at this hour?

Alastor headed out of the den and found himself facing another red and black wolf, though large patches of ashen gray mixed into his coat, about as tall and stocky as he was, though this wolf sported a large set of horns atop his head. One look at him and he knew this would be a Mendacium wolf. It read across him plain as day. He regarded the male with his eternal smile, a casual flash of teeth that never went away. "Hello!" he greeted the new wolf, turning his gaze to his wife. "And who might this be, my dear?" Alastor was not a trusting wolf, especially not around other males, and doubly so around his wife. The only reason he was being so civil towards him so far was because Manea had shown familiarity with him—and because the promise of a hunt was on the table.


"Alastor"