You're the GOAT

Alastor was always game for going on trips with Manea, especially when it came to scoping out locations for their forever home and the site of their pack. So when she had come to him asking to accompany her on an excursion to the island just off the northern shore, he was eager and ready to go! Their children were left to play in the snow with Irilyth watching them while he and his wife set off for the island. Fortunately, the tide was low when they arrived, and the land bridge was easily accessible. A short trek across it and and the Mendaciums found themselves on the shore of the large island dotted by several sizable mountains. It was cold with the winter and snow covered the rocky terrain, but he imagined the climate would be more temperate in the warmth of spring and summer, since they hadn't quite reached the northern province of Boreas yet.

Alastor surveyed the landscape with intrigue and curiosity, following Manea while they hiked up from the rocky shore and onto the island's interior. He wasn't paying much attention to where Manea was leading them until she paused so abruptly that he bumped into her rear end with a soft "oof". He turned confused obsidian eyes to her, then followed her nod to the herd of mountain goats. He saw the prey animals, saw his wife's grin and raised brow, and he knew. A toothy grin slowly spread across the brute's face. "Oh, you know it!" he remarked, then turned steely eyes back to the goats. The terrain they were on was more of a plain than a hill, so launching into a full-tilt sprint at them was easy.

Alastor was quiet as he made his charge, but gave a vicious snarl when he came upon the unaware creatures. He lunged for the nearest goat, snatching it up by the neck as it gave a terrified bleat and then slamming it down into the hard ground with such force that he felt the bones in its neck all dislocate, killing it immediately.


"Alastor"