Good ol fashioned stress relief

While she had yet to ask Alastor what all had ultimately happened between him and Relm, it wasn't difficult to pick up on the fact that the pink woman's scent was no longer anywhere in his fur or that he had been spending a noticeably higher amount of time around their family den. After what had occurred she had assumed there was only two real paths for that relationship–forgiveness and reconciliation or further fall out. It seemed that it had gone the latter and while she couldn't say she was disappointed, she did understand that regardless of her own feelings on the matter, Alastor would still be hurting and upset. Now that their youngest pups were more than old enough to be looked after by their other children and family members she wanted to get her husband away from all of it for a bit. Perhaps some distraction and return to what their relationship had been sparked by would do him some good.

She had sent her ravens out the day before to do a bit of scouting to make sure they wouldn't be making the trip for nothing so when they crested the hill, keeping low as to not draw attention to themselves just yet, and saw the group of buffalo grazing on some dried grass and shrubbery she wasn't really that surprised. Still, it meant they were in for some fun and a good meal tonight. She glanced over to Alastor who was at her side with her shoulder lightly leaning into his, a little grin lingering on her lips while she turned her head to nip playfully at the edge of his jaw. "You pick which one you'd like to hunt, handsome. I'll be right behind you." Whatever was happening back on the island didn't matter right now. All that mattered was the two of them and the hunt that awaited them and she was more than excited for it.

"Manea & Alastor Mendacium"