"Thanks for coming with me," she said as she glanced over at her father with a small smile, walking with him across the expanse of the Rock Garden. While she had been dealing with her own personal crises, another pack had been built right against their borders. When her warriors had finally broken the news to her once she was able to return to her duties, she had been immediately concerned about the fact that an unknown force was sharing a large portion of their mainland borders and essentially blocking their pack into this corner of Boreas, but in mentioning her concerns to her father he had shared that he was familiar with the scent that the opposing border carried. At the very least the leader of this new pack wasn't a complete unknown to him and she trusted her father's opinion without fault. If he could vouch for this stranger then she was at least willing to be amicable as she went to meet their new neighbors.

Stepping up to the point where their scent markers and those of the opposite pack began to butt up against one another, Avacyn peered out across the stone steppe. She had been there so many times before in her trips in and out of the pack, but for now they would need to find new paths around to get to the rest of Boreas. It made her extremely grateful that they were such close friends with Valta so they could potentially cut through a bit of their territory if they needed to head toward the south. With another glance over to her father, she raised her head to howl for Víðarr as she was told he was called. She hoped that bringing her father with her for this meeting would make it go more smoothly–as long as Víðarr thought as favorably of her father as he seemed to think of the new alpha.

"Avacyn Medacium"

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"

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As it turned out, wrangling sheep was no small task. Víðarr had picked up on that very quickly. Though he had plenty of help and a thriving pack, he needed... something. Donkeys, probably. Maybe llamas, but where the fuck was he going to get a llama? Livestock guardian dogs were a possibility too, and may be far easier to pay. All in time. For now, he panted as he finally put the last escapee back in their temporary pen.

A bit out of breath, Víðarr moved to answer the call echoing from the borders. It didn't escape him, they'd settled right beside the home of perhaps the most intriguing man this side of the sea. Upon drawing near, it's that same man that catches his eye. He stands beside a girl, presumably the one who'd called. Pausing for a moment to shake his coat back into place before approaching at a walk, steps intentional and long. Víðarr's gaze rakes over the man, appreciative. "Alastor," his tone is warm, a brassy smile playing on his features. "And company." Víðarr wouldn't be wholly impolite, offering a dip of his head-- a simple greeting, but he's a simple man.

"What can I do for you?" He's relaxed, confident. There's curiosity in his gaze, though it lingers on Alastor for longer than he might admit to. Oops.

"Víðarr"

There was a brief wait at the new pack's borders before a large, dark-coated man eventually stepped into view. He seemed to be a similar age to her father and while she did not notice any particular traits of note other than his stature, he was still an imposing figure in his own right. She had to assume this was the alpha she had been told about and the familiarity that he greeted her father with seemed to reinforce that assumption. The way the shadow-hued man's silver eyes raked over her father was certainly not lost on her and it took all of her self-control and decorum to not sigh or roll her eyes. She was not unaware of her parents' escapades–though she most certainly tried her best not to think about them. She shouldn't have been surprised to see that there was obviously something more than a friendly acquaintance between the two brutes considering how favorably her dad had spoken of him.

His greeting was very simple and made it pretty clear that her presence was not the point of interest here. One of her white-edged ears flicked with a small bit of irritation, but she still pulled a smile to her lips and offered a small dip of her head in return. "You must be Víðarr. I'm Avacyn Mendacium, the Matriarch of Elysium. I obviously don't need to introduce my father," she said with a soft chuckle, giving her dad a quick glance before refocusing her attention on Víðarr. "I wanted to make sure I got to congratulate you personally for your victory and your new pack. It's no small feat to be sure. How have you and yours been settling in so far?"

"Avacyn Medacium"

The Elysian wolves were not kept waiting long before the man they both desired to see made his grand appearance. Víðarr was all shadow and stone, a muscular beast build like he had been carved out of pure volcanic obsidian. Alastor's expression immediately lit up when he saw the brute approaching, though there was the unmistakable gleam of feral appreciation in his ebony eyes as they roved the alpha male's form. Ordinarily, he would have been a bit more measured in the presence of his children, but given that Avacyn was an adult now and was no stranger to the realm of desire, he felt no need to conceal the way he veritably eye-fucked the handsome brute that greeted them.

A grin made itself at home on Alastor's muzzle as Víðarr spoke and greeted them. "Víðarr," he rumbled back in reply, his almost lyrical response dancing over the brute's name as he dipped his head back in polite greeting. A quick glance to Avacyn at his side caught his daughter's brief annoyance at the two men so the ebony brute decided not to fully revolt her just yet. He tipped his head over to Avacyn, making sure to emphasize that she was the reason for the meeting. "My daughter." Ava was already introducing herself as Elysium's alpha and stating their intentions here. Alastor really was here for the eye candy, after all, and to make the meeting more pleasant where he could.

Alastor allowed Ava to lead the conversation as she was the alpha, though he would be remiss if he didn't offer his congratulations to the new leader as well. "Yes, your challenge was quite entertaining to watch! I certainly had a good time seeing you in your elements." There was a bit of a rumbling purr at his last word, that wild grin never faltering from his lips. There was nothing quite like a good fight to get the blood flowing and the hormones burning. Though he was used to challenges ending with a few less lives walking away from the arena, it was still a good fight.


"Alastor"

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As the woman's posture shifts, the flick of her ear, the shift in her posture-- ah, it's her visit. His brows lift for a moment, gaze moving across her to give a more proper assessment. Matriarch, and Alastor's daughter. An interesting turn of events for the viking king, but not an unwelcome one. Víðarr's smile was warm, taking a step back and tipping his muzzle forward. "I am, Víðarr Trygg. Good to meet you." Right, his manners. He'd do well to maintain them, even if he had to remind himself. Tenshi was better at this bit than he was.

"I was glad to see you came," a twitch at the corner of his dark lips, gaze warm on Alastor's face for a moment longer. Though there hadn't been many spectators at the challenge, he was grateful to count the man among them. "And thank you. Settling has been good, lots to do, but the work is good." Warmth in Víðarr's expression, warmth that reaches clear through to tone. Already, he's proud of them. "Please, come in, the first batch of mead just cleared up." The offer is genuine, tipping his muzzle toward the mountain.

"Víðarr"