Why Mess Up A Good Thing

The cool days of autumn had quickly come over the northern lands, which felt the change of the seasons much quicker than the rest of Boreas had. Alastor found he quite liked the slight chill in the air, heralding the coming fall and winter to follow. The leaves had yet to change colors, but there was no doubt it was on the way. What he didn't like was what had happened between himself and Relm following their encounter at the lake at the end of summer. That night had been powerful and impactful to the both of them, and yet now the dire brute found the pink-furred young fae avoiding him once again. At first, he had given her space, assuming she just needed some time to sort out her thoughts and feelings. When those days continued to stretch on, Al knew something else was going on behind those silver eyes.

Despite wanting to connect with her, Relm made it extraordinarily difficult; a testament to her abilities to move about undetectable if she so desired. Every time he caught a glimpse of her, she'd begin heading in the opposite direction, only to disappear some time later. Sure, he could have staked out her den if he wished, but that was still her safe space, sacred to her. He didn't want to drive her out of her home, especially not after what she had confided to him during the aftermath of their passion. On this day, however, Alastor spotted Relm on the shore of Alias Lake, heading inland and right toward where he was coming from. Providence had seen fit to bring them together again—or so the gargantuan wolf had thought before the Abraxas woman once again began to head off away from him.

Alastor scowled and briefly considered heading off after her again or calling for her, but he knew neither would do any good. She could outpace him if she wished. So instead, he'd have to outwit her. Waiting until she'd veered off deeper into the pine forests of the island, Alastor hummed and turned to wander off along the base of the mountains, weaving his way around the island to where he knew her den was. The black-furred brute arrived mere moments before he saw a flash of pink in the dense evergreens and smirked at his own intuition. He was beginning to learn Relm's mannerisms. As she emerged, Alastor strode to the mouth of her den, taking a seat calmly beside the opening of the cave and waited for her to approach. "Is this going to be our new routine? Make a mess together, then avoid one another and pretend they don't exist?" he asked as casually as if he were asking how her day had been, his cheeky smile ever present on his face while he chuckled. "I just want to be sure I'm with the program. Otherwise I might take it personally."

"Alastor Mendacium"