There's a First Time for Everything

Alastor lumbered his way across the bridge between the Boreal coast and Alias Island, returning from his patrol out near the lake. He had heard Avacyn's summons, knew what this was about, and made his way back with a big, fatherly proud smile on his face. His little girl, the tiny violet princess he had carted around on his back for the first few months of her life, was now all grown up and taking her place as Matriarch. It was enough to bring a joyful tear to the giant of a wolf's dark eyes. Emerging from the pine woods to the lakeside clearing, Alastor took a moment to survey the crowd, seeing who was and was not present, then made his way to join the group. While he had initially sought Manea to go sit beside his wife, a glimpse of red and black against a nearby tree caught his attention. Obsidian eyes rested on Mariah, looking to his youngest daughter with a warmth and love the demon possessed only for his children. The poor girl was so thin and frail—a symptom of her condition—and what sort of father would be able to ignore that?

Trudging with heavy footfalls over to the tree, Alastor maneuvered his way over to sit down behind Mariah. "How's my little princess feeling today?" he asked, craning his neck down to gently nuzzle her crown with his broad snoot. Shifting to lie his massive body down beside his daughter, Alastor motioned for Mariah to hop up onto his back in case she wanted to settle into his fluffy fur and rest on him while listening to her older sister speak.


"Alastor"