Eviction Notice

In preparation for claiming the island as the home for their family and their pack, Alastor and Manea had been sniffing through every square inch of the island, learning its layout, the cave system, and clearing it out of any unwelcome guests. That included any pests and predators that could pose a risk to their small pups. Alastor wandered along the edge of one of the cliffs halfway up Alias' mountain, poking through the caves to find one suitable for his family and make sure they were vacant. Thus far the day had been uneventful. He'd spooked a few goats, taken a break to enjoy the sights, and run through so many caves he felt like he was back in the Mirovis pack. He silently cursed Lurid, wherever that whore of a queen might be.

Wandering around the edge of a large cliff ledge, Alastor spotted another sizable cave round the bend of the mountain path. The dire wolf poked his head into the shaded cave, sniffing about and catching a musky scent of unwashed fur and fat he recognized from his time up north. "Oh no no no, this simply won't do!" he said with a chuckle and a toothy grin. "Knock knock! I know it's winter, but it's time to get your sleepy head out of bed!" There was a moment of quiet, followed by a heavy shuffling and grunting, then a distinctly ursine roar. Alastor, the madman that he was, simply stepped back from the cave entrance wearing the biggest smile, eagerly awaiting his friend to come out and join him.

A few thunderous footfalls brought a hulking grizzly bear out into the daylight. The bear squinted against the bright sun, shielding its beady eyes while it gave a confused groan, trying to figure out what had woken it up. That was when it spotted the black and red-marked wolf, grinning up at him with all the confidence in the world. "Good morning, good sir! It's past time for you to check out. Thank you for staying on Alias Island!" The bear stared at the wolf for a moment, then eared up and bellowed in anger. Alastor gave a hum and shrugged his shoulders. "Have it your way then!" With a snarl of his own, Alastor lunged for the bear, narrowly avoiding its sharp claws coming down for him while he rushed between the bear's hind legs, snapping his jaws shut on its thigh on his way past and thrashing his head with all his might.


"Alastor"