Rough Justice

Deimos acted as if nothing was wrong. Like he hadn't just spent the night before raping and roughing up his fiancée. Alastor was no saint by any stretch of the imagination, but he knew better than to raise a paw to a lady. He also knew better than to do anything to jeopardize the pack or his family. Deimos had committed both of those crimes in one evening alone. And now here he was, acting as if he had no idea what the trouble really was. Was he actually that shameless that he felt no guilt or remorse for harming Ikigai? Or was he so hungover that the realization hadn't dawned on him yet? Either way, be it pride or his diminished sobriety, it got the true-blooded Mendacium to follow him out of the cave and into the early morning light. Alastor waited until Deimos had crossed the threshold and was safely away from any of the personal belongings inside the home. Idiot...

Alastor rounded on Deimos then, bringing a large paw up aimed to smack into the side of Deimos' head with all the strength he could muster. The feigned concern on the dire wolf's face melted away into barely contained ire following his sucker punch, squaring up against the other male with a quivering snarl on his lips. Jet black eyes smoldered with a furious blaze. He drew down on Deimos, and whether the slate-furred wolf went down or not, Alastor sought to bring his paw around again to snatch him by the scruff, his claws extended to secure his aimed grasp on the other wolf's neck. "Do you truly not recall, or are you so self-deluded that you don't care about what you did to her?" Al hissed through bared teeth. "She's down by the lake, washing the filth of you off of her and trying to hide the injuries you left on her, you fucking cretin of a man-child!"

"Alastor Mendacium"