100 proof bonding

After asking Mariah to rest, Caedes sought out her father, driven by respect for Alastor's openness in allowing his visits and a growing curiosity about the man's intentions. What did Alastor hope to gain from this invitation? Or was this simply the "getting to know one another" part of the arrangement he had expressed?

Descending the mountain to the rocky shores, Caedes moved with purpose, his powerful frame casting a long shadow in the moonlight. The glow of Alastor's fire was a beacon, guiding him in. He saw the elder wolf, his silhouette stark against the flickering flames and the star-studded sky.

As he approached, his emerald eyes met Alastor's. He understood the gesture's significance — an attempt by Alastor to know him better. Without a word, Caedes sat down near enough to feel the fire's warmth against the cool ocean breeze. After a few moments, Caedes broke the silence, his voice a low rumble. “I appreciate the invitation, Alastor. It is good to be here, with her.” Emeralds flickered down to the bottles, taking note of what they contained. Whisky. Caedes wondered if the brute had chosen specifically, or if it was a simple coincidence he’d brought out the scarred brute’s poison of choice. “Do you mean to get me drunk, Alastor? Is that your ulterior motive?” He quirked up a brow, a half smirk raising the edges of his lips.