Phantom Menace

The young male at their borders spoke upon their greeting, mentioning quite brusquely and with an aloof detachment that he'd never heard of them. Unlike Manea, Alastor didn't take offense to the other wolf's curt demeanor. In fact, it told him more about the other wolf simply by watching and listening. "Good," Alastor interjected before Manea began to explain that they were a newer pack in the lands. In his mind, if others hadn't heard of them, then it meant they were safe. No one would come looking for them, attempt to harm them, and his family was guarded. Manea had founded Elysium to be a home for the Mendaciums first and foremost, and by maintaining some anonymity, it meant they weren't drawing unnecessary attention to themselves. Al didn't know if Manea's vision for the pack had evolved or not, but to him, the stranger's words were more a compliment than anything.

The wolf introduced himself simply as Ifrit and expressed his wishes to join their ranks in Elysium. Alastor cocked his head to one side, expression unmoving and impassive while he studied the newcomer closely with piercing abyssal black eyes. Manea handled most of the dialogue with their prospective new recruit, Alastor joining her in a seated position while they settled in for the inevitable interview phase of the joining process. Manea wished to know what skills he had to offer the pack—a prudent choice, but as head of the pack's fighters and security, there was a much bigger question dwelling on Alastor's mind. He permitted Ifrit the open air to answer his mate's question first, then asked his own with blunt directness that seemed to be favored by the red and black male. "Where did you come from, Ifrit? Are you a Boreal wolf, or were you raised outside this continent?" While Manea inspected Ifrit's potential future in the pack, Alastor would scrutinize his past. If there was anything noteworthy of raising red flags, he'd sniff it out.

"Alastor Mendacium"