Killing Game!

Alastor would never be too busy for Kichi. The young wolf's call had come for Alastor while he was spending some time skinning and butchering some fresh kills to add to their larders. The blood-soaked brute lifted his head, considering Kichi's call for him. The lad didn't sound like he was in danger, so it caught the Mendacium man's intrigue. After passing off the remaining work to his son, Al headed across the land bridge to the mainland and found his surrogate son waiting for him by the pack's borders with this wicked grin on his face. Now that was interesting for him to see! Since the founding of the pack, he and Kichi had both been busy with their own respective duties, but he had never stopped loving the gray wolf like he was his own child.

"You look like you're looking for trouble," he commented with a dark chuckle as he approached Kichi, lowering his head to nuzzle the young wolf's shoulder in affectionate greeting. A flash of pearly white fangs and a curious glint in his eyes, Alastor asked, "I hope you were planning on cutting me in on whatever devilish things are going on in that head, right?"

"Alastor Mendacium"