An Intense Situation

The smell of roasting meats wafted past the dire brute's nose, making his mouth water as he tended to the grilling of their dinner. For all his strange talents, Alastor had never considered himself a chef before, but Manea always seemed to enjoy his cooking, so he kept at it, finding various tasty herbs and spices with which to grill their meats and seafood with. As he watched the food sizzling above an open fire, Alastor would turn the food over via the sticks they were impaled on, making sure no side got too charred while Manea went about setting the rest of their dinner out. All they needed was their daughter's company and they would be ready to eat!

As if on cue, the sound of paws entering the den followed by Fiametta's voice called out to them. Alastor immediately broke into a smile, glancing over his shoulder to his fire-marked girl who so closely mirrored her sire—his little mini-me. "Hello, darling!" he cheerfully greeted Fia when she came over to him, the giant sized wolf craning his neck down so she could reach his cheek easier to bestow her kiss to him. It was only once Fia verbally mentioned a friend with her that Al realized there was a fourth present in their den. Turning around fully, he spotted the dark-coated boy, looking to be about Fia's age, seated beside her. "Oh goodie! You brought dessert home!" teased the dark dire wolf with a hint of demented humor, flashing a wide, tooth-filled grin to Stolas. "I do hope he's not as chewy as the last one!"

Alastor punctuated his dark jokes with his usual chipper laugh, going back to the fire to retrieve the cuts of meat from over the fire. Thankfully he had over prepared the amount of food they'd need, and they had extra to spare. Carrying the kabob sticks over to the dinner table, Alastor laid the seasoned and roasted meat out amongst the other assortment of sides Manea had set out. Stolas' polite greeting and offer to help was met with an amused chortle from Alastor, his wide grin ever present on his face. "Well now, a Klein boy! You're lucky, lad, we don't eat Kleins here. Manea says it gets too messy turning allies into meals." Was he trying to unnerve and disturb the newcomer? No, not really. But he couldn't resist torturing Fia's friend just a bit and maybe doing the dad thing of embarrassing his middling daughter a little bit as well.

"Alastor Mendacium"