Sharpen Your Claws

This had been the moment Alastor had been waiting for since their meeting with Fenmyre's king. The demon wolf had never participated in an organized raid before, practice or real, so his chance to get involved and sink his teeth into a proper fight for the first time in an age had him eager and excited. When he and Manea had reached a decision on when the practice raid would be held and who they wanted to participate in it, he followed Manea to the center of their campsite while she called for their fighters. He took a seat beside his queen, his wife, his soul mate and cast a wicked grin her way while her fluffy tail brushed against his hip, the barely contained sexual hunger in his eyes for her smoldering. After their meeting, there was no doubt what he was thinking of doing to her, but the fun could come later. They had business to attend to.

Alastor got comfortable with his new longer, fluffier coat melting down around him and watched with shining black eyes as the rest of the band assembled. Poe made his way to the campfire first, eager to voice his support for whatever Manea had in mind. Kichi came next, and Alastor greeted his surrogate son with a wide, toothy grin and proud nod of his head. He was still overjoyed that Kichi had decided to stay around with them. The selfish side of him was excited to watch the wolf Kichi grew into; someone strong and ferocious, a force to be feared and respected. He would do well in this raid and it would be the outlet they both needed. The smile on Alastor's face was an almost manic one, reminiscent of the crazed, demented smile he had worn so often in his younger years. Violence still brought out the demons in him, and the wolf was ready to unleash the devil within him.

"Alastor Mendacium"