An Intense Situation

Manea had to keep herself from laughing at Alastor's humorous half-threats toward Stolas. She had a smilier humor as her husband–which was probably one of the reasons they had meshed so well and so quickly–but she saw her daughter's pleading look of exasperation and their guest's slightly fearful look at the thought of becoming desert for the huge dire wolf that was her husband. "Alastor, behave," she said with a quiet chuckle as she nudged his shoulder with her own, giving him a mostly teasing glare of warning before she went back to preparing their meal. At the very least it seemed that Stolas was able to take a joke as he commented about how he wouldn't make for a good dessert anyway.

With their meal assembled, Manea went to take her place around the table and she gestured with a wave of her paw for everyone to dig in. She took a couple of bites of food, humming happily as she tasted a bite of Alastor's kababs. "You get better and better at these every time you make them," she commented with a grin to Alastor before she turned her attention back to Fia and Stolas that were sitting across from them. "So, how did you and Fia meet, Stolas?" she asked curiously, glancing between the two young wolves. While she had known about him from Fia's request for him to visit, she didn't know much about him or how he had come to befriend their mostly independent and aloof daughter.

"Manea Mendacium"