The demons in our blood

Alastor was a grandfather! And honest to god full-fledged grandfather now! Yes, he had treated Ikigai's children as if they were his grandkids, and that wasn't going to change now, but now there were three little wolf nuggets running around Elysium that actually shared his blood! This moment had seemed like an impossible fantasy to the demon wolf only a few short years ago, and now thanks to Manea, thanks to his fortune, and thanks to the Ancients, he had attained the impossible. The fantasy made a reality. And oh boy, was Alastor devouring every opportunity he got to be with the little munchkins! Whenever he wasn't playing advisor to Avacyn, the giant fluffy behemoth of a brute was spending time play fighting with Daemon and Thyrus or letting Fever teach him about the things she'd learned that day, always acting shocked and enthused to learn whatever she had. The sweet innocence of puppies was something Alastor held sacred, and he cherished every moment he got to revel in their sweetness with them.

Today, Alastor was tasked with babysitting duties for Fever. While Avacyn and Manea tended to some diplomatic affairs, Saracyn had taken the boys out for a fighting lesson, leaving the elder brute to bond with his sole granddaughter—and he couldn't be happier! Alastor arrived at the family's den just as Saracyn and the boys were heading out, a small basket of assorted fruits held in his jaw. He wanted to share a little treat with his sweet princess, and after exchanging a hello/goodbye with Sara, Alastor trudged into the den and set the basket down in the common space. "Hmmm, I was promised a day with the smartest, prettiest princess in the world today. I wonder where she could be?" he called out into the den, a playful smile on his muzzle while he waited for Fever to show herself.

"Alastor Mendacium"