Elaborate(claiming)

Word had spread. Mirovis has fallen. The news came as both a surprise and yet no surprise at all to Alastor. He knew Lurid had a flighty personality after she had abandoned him and Kichi last time, but when she had secured her new empire, he had been sure she would remain a fixture in these lands for some time. It seemed he had been wrong. And oh, how pleased he was to be wrong! Making the short trip to see for himself and to gloat to his nemesis Requiem, the dark form of the giant wolf crested the grassy hill that overlooked the ancient ship. Sure enough, the scent markers of his ex-fiancée had grown stale and were barely perceptible anymore. Lurid was gone once again it seemed.

Approaching the ship, the sounds of combat broke the stillness of the coastal region, perking the man’s red-dipped ears. A fight, eh? Likely for the scraps of Mirovis for whatever would come from these smoldering ashes. Intrigued and enticed by the thrill of getting to watch some good old-fashioned bloodshed, Alastor made his way over to the small group of wolves that had formed, taking note of the combatants. The woman he did not recognize, but the brute he was familiar with. Obsidian eyes widened with interest and a grin formed on dark lips as Alastor watched Víðarr commence his fight for his claim, the giant fluff ball of a wolf seating himself a short distance off, close enough to offer his show of support to the viking man without getting too involved in the violence. Good luck, handsome viking!

"Alastor Mendacium"