Rough Justice

Deimos was deeply asleep and snoring lightly when he was suddenly jerked awake by a sharp pain in his side, knocking the air out of his lungs for a moment as his bleary eyes flew open and he was just as suddenly confronted by the splitting headache his hangover presented him with. He groaned and rolled over, wincing against the light of the morning while he barely managed to focus on the fuzzy form of Alastor looming over him and demanding that he get up. At first he had zero recollection of what had happened the night prior and his brother-in-law's words went right in one ear and out the other, his brain lacking any sort of ability to comprehend what he was saying. After a beat he at least was able to decipher what Alastor was saying to him. There was something about Ikigai that required his immediate attention. "Ikigai?" he rasped, his brows pulling together with concern as he groggily pulled himself to his paws and shook his head to clear it.

He still didn't quite remember what had gotten him into this state. He remembered coming home the previous evening, he remembered being frustrated and downing a bottle of wine on his own because of it, but any of the other details were still fuzzy in his blacked out state—at least until he started hurrying to join Alastor outside of the den and the lingering scent of blood and sex started to jog his memory. A knot began to twist in his already uneasy stomach as he forced himself out of the cave, staggering a bit until he found his balance and stepped out into the sunlight. "Where is she? What's going on?" he questioned while still putting together the scattered memories of the night before, stopping just outside the cave and looking around for her.

"Deimos Medacium"