Dance with the devil

Stark white paws stood out against the lush green grass of Alias Island. Kavik's massive form trudged leisurely through the dense pine forests of the island, walking his rehearsed patrol route with grace and finesse. Cold icy blue eyes shifted to and fro, keeping his gaze out for any signs of anything out of the ordinary. While ordinarily not one to enjoy the menial labors and chores of foot soldiers, Kavik would be remiss if he opted out of taking any and every opportunity he had to keep currying favor with Manea. The sexy violet alphess had entranced him, and just like a shark smelling blood in the ocean, when he saw the deterioration of Manea's marriage and her strife with her husband that day, he knew he had a shot to work his way into her graces and finally achieve what he had always wanted. A position of power and influence within a pack, a chance to be the alpha he never would have been back home. All he had to do was stay the course and keep cozying up to Manea while Alastor seemingly did all the work breaking down their relationship for him. He didn't even have to sabotage the other brute!

And so, Kavik ran his patrol route to help take some of the work off of Manea's shoulders. Perhaps she would be inclined to reward him for all his hard work later. A pleased shiver rippled down the male's spine as he thought of all the different ways she could do that, a grin playing on his lips. Man, Alastor really didn't know how good he had it when he decided to go off and bang some other chick. And speaking of the giant moronic Commander of Elysium, Kavik spotted the massive black wolf walking through the woods as well and heading in his direction. Alastor appeared to be walking a patrol as well, and from the looks of the bitter and frustrated expression on his face, he reasoned that he and Manea had not kissed and made up yet. Ah well, all the benefit for him!

As the two wolves passed one another, Kavik gave Alastor a saccharine sweet smile meant to twist that knife deeper into his back. Alastor, on the other hand, simply leered at the white wolf and huffed, his thinly veiled rage making Kavik feel all sorts of giddy inside. He did so love playing this game of torment with the wolf while he was bedding his wife on the side. "You're looking a little tired today, Commander," he said to his foe in passing, the devilish smirk on his face doing him no favors. "I feel that. Especially when I'm up all night pleasing our Matriarch." He snickered to himself; oh, he was really pushing his luck today!

WC: 469 / 1500

"Kävik av Fjellen"