Early morning broke across Alias Island as the sun peeked its golden rays over the eastern sea, chasing away the dark of the night before. Alastor trudged his way back to the island from the mainland across the floating bridge that linked Alias to mainland Boreas during high tide times. He had not spent the night on the island, instead escaping his wife's scorn by finding shelter with Relm out by the lake. It wasn't Alastor's most proud moment, but it beat having to face the cold rage of Manea or listen to her fucking her paramour in their own bed. At least he'd had the decency of keeping his affairs with Relm away from his family. The dark dire wolf tried not to dwell on his bitterness as he stepped across onto the pebbly shore of the island, his long fur flowing unceremoniously into the lapping water while he made his way up into the pine forests that made up a bulk of the island's terrain.

Despite his displeasure at his current personal life, Alastor still maintained his duties and performed his role as Commander to the best of his abilities. That began with his routine morning patrol, the ebon-furred brute cutting his way through the trees of the quiet summer morning. As usual, his path took him around Alias Lake, expecting to find nobody else up as early as he was. Ordinarily, he and Manea would have gone on these patrols together, but he assumed she was too busy snuggling up to her new boyfriend to keep to that routine anymore. In silence and rancor, Alastor emerged from the woods to begin his circuit around the perimeter of the lake, putting his mind into his work to avoid thinking too deeply, lest his ire continue to grow.

"Alastor Mendacium"