Better Late than Never

Alastor waited with his family on the far shore for someone to respond to them. A wolf on the island approached the ferry system he'd noticed and began to send the boat across to them. Once it arrived, Alastor herded the pups (who were more like adolescents now) onto the ferry before hopping on himself with Manea. The wolf on the other shore began to pull the winch to bring them over, but being as there were many of them on the ferry, Alastor also grabbed the pulley on the boat and began to pull with the distant wolf, helping speed up the transit and make it easier on their welcoming committee. Once the ferry hit the opposite dock, Alastor disembarked after Manea and greeted the monochromatic wolf that had helped them across with a polite dip of his head. The wolf greeted Manea by name—so they knew one another—and before he introduced himself, Alastor had sussed out that this was the Fenmyre alpha she'd mentioned speaking to some time ago.

Alastor nodded his head back to Chimera's greeting and introduction. "Alastor Mendacium," he introduced himself, then for rank he gestured to Manea and added, "Whatever she wants me to be." Chimera greeted their children next and permitted them to roam the island. Alastor nodded to a patiently waiting Avacyn and a barely contained Saracyn, ushering them off with a gentle nudge of a black paw. "Go on, go have fun! And don't play too rough!" Once the children had gone on about their way, Alastor stood quietly to the side and observed the tropical island and their hulking host that matched him in size and musculature. He seemed the type fit to be a king, that was certain. He allowed Manea to do most of the speaking for them since these were her affairs for the most part. If he had something to say or contribute, he would.


"Alastor"