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It wasn't often that Alastor strayed far from pack lands in the middle of the night. He had been on his regular midnight patrol when a stranger's scent that passed dangerously close to their borders caught his attention. It seemed to skirt away and head east, towards the fields of stone pillars and ruins, but the mere fact that someone had been near their home in the middle of the night was enough reason to warrant the investigation of the massive ebony brute. On heavy yet silent paws, the man made of shadow and blood stalked through the darkness, following the scent of the stranger. Crossing through some of the collapsed stone monoliths, the glow of a campfire from behind a nook of ruins caught his attention. The stranger's scent was stronger here, and he could only assume he had just discovered their campsite. Awfully bold of someone to camp so close to a pack, especially when the alpha male was already trying to suss out if they were a spy or just foolhardy.

Black lips peeling back in a silent snarl, Alastor crept up to the pillar where the camp was set up behind, then hoisted himself quietly up on top of the stone. As his form appeared from the darkness like shadow melding to form the massive wolf like some sort of ethereal nightmare demon, Alastor's gaze landed upon... a woman? He paused, gazing the diminutive pink and purple wolf over. No... not a fae, it just looked female. Slender, tiny, and boasting curves in all the right places, the petite male could easily have been mistaken for a woman—were it not for the fact of his scent, as well as the anatomy he was boasting between his splayed hind legs. Alastor's aggression dropped as he watched in silent interest, obsidian eyes taking in the sight of the man pleasuring himself beside the campfire, blissfully unaware that he was being stalked by an apex predator twice his size.

For a while, Alastor was quiet while he watched, uncertain as to why he didn't just leave or walk away. Perhaps because the man was still a spy...? Or perhaps because there was a deeper, unsatisfied curiosity gnawing away at the dire wolf's brain. Alastor slid down to a resting position just above the femininely-colored man, just watching the way he squirmed and twitched on the grass to his own touch, a slight smirk teasing his lips while he enjoyed the show and just waited for the other wolf to open his eyes and see the black face with pupilless abyssal eyes staring back down at him.

"Alastor Mendacium"