Better Late than Never

Alastor dipped his head respectfully to the alpha when he graciously invited them in for further discussions. He followed alongside Manea as Chimera led them to a gazebo, also finding a seat on the smooth wooden floor instead of the small weathered benches. While his mate discussed diplomatic pack shit, Alastor contended himself to idly listen in passing while he enjoyed the cool salty sea breeze. Auster was much too hot for his liking with his thick, plush fur coat, but the coolness of their winter season did make it more bearable. Still, he longed for the colder climates of the north and of Alias Island. He didn't have much to add in the way of discussion, so he simply let Manea handle the conversation or now, propositioning Fenmyre for the practice raid with Elysium while he kept his eyes out and surveying their environment. He smelled a number of wolves, most of them faes, and silently wondered what this tropical pack was founded on.


"Alastor"