You Deserve Nice Things

Alastor dropped his kills off at the pack's larders to be skinned and prepped later. He had spent his morning hunting two sizable does on the mainland, enjoying the mild spring morning to himself while Manea and Avacyn went through the processes of transitioning power over to their daughter. It still felt strange to the dire brute that his little girl was all grown up and getting ready to lead the back that he and Manea had formed what felt like only yesterday. It was so hard to believe two years had passed already, yet here they were. With his spoils deposited and his coat mucky with some congealing blood from carrying his quarry back home, the ebon-furred brute made his way back towards his den with the intention of gathering up some grooming supplies to clean himself off before Manea saw him and fussed.

Approaching the mountain path though, Alastor was surprised to find an almost statuesque Ikigai sentinel at the base of the trail, a package clutched carefully in her dainty muzzle. She looked like she was made of alabaster, her coat pristine and body motionless. How she managed to keep herself so perfectly composed was incredible to the demon wolf. Approaching the path, Alastor regarded Ikigai with a crooked grin and amused eyes. "Careful. You'll make sculptures jealous of your beauty and stillness, Lady Abraxas," he teased her with a playful chuckle as he stepped up to her, moving towards the path up the mountain. "If you're waiting on Manea, you're more than welcome to come up and wait in our den. You're virtually family by now anyway!"

"Alastor Mendacium"