This was only step one

Being the Genetrix's husband had its perks. As such, Alastor knew all of Manea's thoughts, schemes, and plans well ahead of everyone else in Elysium, and often helped her finalize her ideas before they were put into action. This was one such case. Manea had shared her desire to strengthen their pack's hold on their lands, improve their members' skills, and make Elysium a force to be reckoned with. After the teasing and taunting from the scurvy curs almost a year ago that still burned an anger in his heart, he couldn't agree with his mate more. The stronger they were, the more the world would respect their name.

So with the decision made, Alastor followed Manea out of their cave and down to a clearing beside Alias Lake. He saw a flash of purple when his daughter raced along to join them, giving her a warm toothy smile and nuzzling her forehead with his own. She had gotten so big, so fast! When the family arrived down at the lake, Manea took up her spot atop a large slab of slate and called for the pack. Alastor assumed his position to Manea's right side, returning her grin, her right hand wolf primed and ready to support her and fight for her. Not that he suspected there would be any objections to her desires and plans, but Alastor dared any wolf to make a move for Manea when a veritable mountain of muscle and teeth was seated right beside her. With the call out, he waited quietly, all smiles and barely contained madness.

"Alastor Mendacium"