New Daddy Day

His surprise attack worked, and Alastor ended up successfully ambushing his small daughter. She giggled and flailed when he scooped her up, fighting with all her little puppy might to break free. Of course, it would have been in vain against a wolf as broad and strong as Alastor, but the dire wolf dad had more fun playing along with his children than resisting them. As tiny puppy teeth nibbled and gnawed at his knuckles, the Mendacium wolf gave an overly dramatic whine of pain, flopping over onto his back to support the fire-marked pup stop his his own torso. "Oh noooo, I’m being slain! Everything is going dark! Goodbye, cruel world!" And with an exaggerated death rattle, Alastor flopped limp to the ground, pink tongue hanging from open jaws as he “died”.

Alastor lay in his mock death state for a few seconds before spontaneously coming back to life with another dramatic inhale of life giving air, smiling up at the pup perched atop him with nothing short of pure unconditional love that only a father could show to their child. "Hello, my little ember! What are you up to today? Going on a grand adventure?" he asked, bringing a paw up to try and smooth down some of her disheveled and fluffy puppy fur. He loved his daughter dearly, especially because she looked like a miniature him, their matching fiery markings seeming to sync almost perfectly like a mirror image. There would never be any doubt who her sire was.


"Alastor"