Change, adapt, overcome

Alastor had been quite enjoying his retirement with Manea ever since Avacyn had taken over. His days now consisted mostly of waking up whenever he wanted, fucking his wife whenever they wanted, hunting and fishing for fun and to keep him active, and spending endless amounts of time with his grandpups. Every now and then he would act as an advisor to Avacyn when she needed them, but for the most part the Mendacium patriarch was very much enjoying the desserts of his lifetime. He had been aware of Avacyn's struggles as Matriarch and her decision to divide power between political and spiritual leaders thanks to Manea filling him in, but otherwise he was just here for the ride.

When the call for the meeting went out, Alastor gave a deep groan of frustration, giant paws clutching tighter to Manea's sides to prevent her from pulling away from him just yet. It was a futile effort, and once the lusty pair of wolves had untangled themselves, Alastor was left sprawled on his back sporting some very obvious arousal. "They have the worst timing," lamented a randy Alastor, half debating just blowing off the meeting so he could pull Manea back to bed, but he knew that would also be an impossible battle to win. Manea reassured him that they'd come right back to their lustful activities after the meeting, earning her another groan from Alastor, but also his reluctant acceptance. The behemoth of a brute rolled to his paws and shook out his flowing coat as well, returning his soulmate's kiss before walking a little stiffly down to the lake. By the time they'd arrived, Alastor was back to normal (if not a little blue balled) and settled in beside Manea and Kintsugi, stretching out his massive form like a giant cat while they waited for the meeting to get started.

"Alastor Mendacium"