Rough Indestructible Surface

The pups had been put to bed and Alastor was enjoying the quiet stillness of the night, unwinding from a long day of packing to travel. Most of the Mendacium family's personal effects had already been packed up in the wagon in preparation for leaving and Manea had gone to make sure the rest of her family was set to go at a moment's notice as well. That just left him and his wife's lady servant alone in the den. Alastor watched her with bored obsidian eyes, considering using her for some entertainment just to pass the time, when a soft, urgent whine from the mouth of the cave caught his attention. The dark-furred brute's head snapped in the direction of the entrance, hearing his name called by a familiar voice. "Relm?" he called back, rising to his paws and moving to see what was wrong.

As soon as he emerged from the cave, he smelled her. Relm had hit her first heat season and was reeking strongly of pheromones, His fur bristled slightly and the animal inside his brain stirred, but he kept it held down well within chains of self-control. He looked her over quickly, concern gradually growing on his hard features when he noticed the bite marks and blood—amongst other fluids on her. Beneath her scent was the smell of another brute, one he didn't recognize, and it didn't take a genius to put two and two together. "What happened?" he asked, then narrowed his gaze with a flash of fangs as he immediately followed it up with, "Where is he?" He would tear the motherfucker who hurt her limb from limb and feed him his own entrails. But first, there was a more pressing issue at hand. Relm had been fucked while she was in heat. "Irilyth," Alastor called back into the den, "bring your supplies out here."


"Alastor"