Hello There

Alastor cast a warm, fatherly smile to his daughter as he walked by her side across the narrow gap between Elysium and the new pack Víðarr had established in the wake of his victory. "Of course, darling! I've been meaning to stop by and congratulate Víðarr anyway." He was familiar with the rugged viking man, having seen him on a couple of occasions, and of course watching his triumph during Mirovis' fall. Ah, what a sweet day that had been, when his ex had lost everything she held dear and he got to watch a handsome bastard beat up some chick! Now they just had to do the usual song and dance of inter-pack politics, introducing him officially to his daughter and the alphess of Elysium. It might be dull, necessary work, but it would also give him the chance to see what Víðarr intended to do with his pack since they were now neighbors—literally.

Sticking by Avacyn's side all the way up to Heiðinn's borders, Alastor surveyed over the Stone Steppe where he had once spent time with his children as they were pups, shortly before the founding of Elysium. Ah, how long ago those simpler days seemed now... Though he may not have shown it, Alastor was mentally beginning to feel his age. Time and tribulation had tested him, and in some ways made him stronger and in others whittled him down. Waiting at the border, Ava gave a summoning call to Víðarr. Then they waited, Alastor's abyssal black eyes scouring the horizon and ruins for any signs of the burly viking that was such a delight to be near.


"Alastor"