After his rejection by the Armada, he had been feeling reluctant to make the same offer elsewhere, despite his initial determination when he'd set out from Aerie after Pyrrhic had given him his ultimatum. But he could think of no better way to insure Aerie's safety after his death and still maintain its neutrality without binding his successor to an outright alliance with a larger pack, so reluctantly he continued on. A few packs he thought could reasonably be considered safe, like Valhalla and Abaven, and to a far lesser extent Fireside, and possibly the Hallows if their own claims of neutrality had any merit, but others he had very little interaction with on a personal level, and did not know how they might react to a perceived weakness in a smaller pack. Ashen, like the Armada, could reasonably considered an outright danger to Aerie, so he very well should have visited them next... but he was hesitant to make such an offer and submit himself to his heretic uncle's child. Thus when he finally set himself back on his reluctant course, he aimed himself at the lesser known packs. Stopping at the mainland border to one with a scent that was familiar only in that he'd happened to witness its initial attempt to rise, he raised his muzzle and called out for the alpha or alphas.

It wasn't too often that they had callers at their borders considering the fact that they were a bit out of the way in comparison to the rest of Boreas, but that was how she preferred it to be. Chimera and Fenmyre had certainly influenced her choice in where they had ultimately settled even though they had passed through several suitable places in their travels. In the end, the island had been their first home as a band and it had become their permanent home as a pack. She was taking advantage of a day of good energy and was patrolling with Alastor when the howl reached them from the border. Her dear husband was still on thin ice with her, but she preferred to keep him close and on a short leash until she decided otherwise and she always felt a bit better having someone patrol with her when she was pregnant even if she wasn't terribly far along just yet.

She gave Alastor a glance and turned their path back toward the edge of the Rock Garden. Luckily they hadn't gone back across the land bridge to the island just yet so it didn't take them terribly long to reach the dark coated stranger that waited for them. He was quite the striking brute with horns spiraling from his head and a faint glow to the gold flecks through his coat—certainly enough to catch her attention at least. The scent of a pack was heavy on his coat and she recognized it from passing by the unknown pack on their trips down to Auster. She gave the stranger a small smile and nodded her head as they approached him, keeping her expression neutral for now until she found out more about him. "Hello. I'm Manea Mendacium, Genetrix of Elysium. This is my husband, Alastor. Who might you be?"

"Manea Mendacium"

Alastor was still getting used to the concept of having "visitors". When he'd been living in the Mirovis pack, he'd never held a rank high enough to be concerned with the comings and goings of strangers into his homelands. Now, as Genetor and alpha male, it became his sole focus of security. He wanted to know every soul in and out of the pack, every single wolf or creature that came by their way. Some would call it obsessive. He called it being thorough. The giant wolf was running a patrol with his noticeably pregnant wife, much to his chagrin as his insistence along with their healer's medical advice was ultimately ignored by the matriarch of the empire. He knew he was in the doghouse with Manea right now, but that was no excuse for her to disregard her health or the safety of their unborn children. If it had been up to him, she'd be relaxing by the lake or the ocean, soaking up the sun before winter arrived and taking it easy until the pups were born. As it stood, all he could do was scowl and bite his tongue, both of which the massive wolf did.

The howl from their borders caught both Mendaciums' attention, and after exchanging an exasperated look with Manea and knowing exactly what she'd want to do, Alastor turned to follow his wife toward the source of the call. He wished she would have just gone back to the island, nut nooooo, of course Manea wasn't going to make things easy. She'd go strolling right up to an unknown stranger on their borders, completely out of combat effectiveness, carrying their unborn children. Alastor had never questioned Manea's decisions in leadership until this bout of pregnancy, and now he was beginning to wonder if she was suicidal or just being stupid. As they approached the stranger, Alastor realized he recognized the other man. He had seen him back at Manea's challenge for the northern pack. As he recalled, the brute had strategically remained unaligned with either side, simply watching the events unfold. That made him neither friend nor foe as far as Alastor was concerned. He would give the other man a chance, though his guard remained up in defense of his pregnant mate. Alastor said nothing while Manea greeted the stranger and introduced them, giving him a courteous nod of his head when Manea said his name. He would remain silent for now, observing much in the same way the stranger had before until he knew more of this wolf and could accurately assess his intentions.


"Alastor"

Warning: Alastor is an explicitly mature character for violent and sexual content. Read his threads with caution.
As his mate, Manea may enter any of Alastor's threads not marked Private.
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