Starting life over with family

Alastor was busying himself helping Manea and Irilyth gather up their belongings in preparation to start moving their band to newer territory. As much as he wished they could have stayed on the island as a permanent home, he knew they had work to do in preparation for building Manea's pack and that required them to travel for a bit. The dire brute itched at his short fur, barely an inch in length grown back since he'd lost it all after the bath bomb—though he did have to admit his fur felt infinitely more soft and silky now as it was growing back. Avacyn and Saracyn were playing about in the den under Irilyth's watchful gaze. He smiled to watch his little angels living life happy and carefree now that the eternal night had ended. The call that came for him in Kichi's voice caught Alastor's attention and lifted the dark wolf's spirits. When Kichi hadn't returned at the onset of the cursed night, Al feared the worst, but hadn't been able to go out looking for his surrogate brother without leaving his family unprotected. Hearing his voice gave him the solace of knowing Kichi had survived.

"Kichi's here, darling!" said Alastor to Manea while dropping the furs he was rolling up to go sprinting out of their cave and down the mountain path towards the land bridge. Spotting the monochromatic form of Kichi amongst the greenery of the evergreen forest was easy; he stood out much like Alastor's pure black form did. "Kichi!" Alastor called out with jubilation, rushing to greet the young wolf with a friendly nuzzle. From what he could see, Kichi was healthy and whole, no worse for wear from the apocalypse that had swallowed the earth for a season. Torch also seemed healthy as well! "I knew no cataclysm would stop you, haha! Welcome home." He gestured for Kichi to follow him and began to lead the way up from the rocky shore through the woods towards the caves the band had set up as dens. "Manea, my mate, is very eager to meet you!"


"Alastor"