Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. - Meeting 5/21

[Alastor]

Upon hearing the call of another canine, the Elysite's head whipped around. Purple hues narrowed in on them. To hear a new voice doing meetings was... strange. Alastor had never seen Cooper himself, but if Warringkingdoms trusted them in their place, then so be it.  He held no authority here. His word was practically nothing unless he demanded it, but with his good reputation lately, the doberman pinscher kept his mouth shut. Someone should give him a gold star. With that thought in mind, he wandered forward. (Though, who knows, this could be a crazy elder and his delusions too. That would be interesting. Alastor just rolled with the entertainment anyways.)

The canine wandered to the front and sat down. Ears pointed up towards the sky, listening to Cooper's words carefully. So their leader was on break temporarily? Understandable. If the Gods kept trying to damn him, he'd be off relaxing too. As for Caesar, no surprise. An exile seemed like a fitting punishment. No trial woudldn't have been his choice, since he did enjoy watching someone struggle to find a reason, but it was logically understandable. Besides those announcements, the rest seemed to be a snooze. Elysium's normal promotions and demotions, along with generalized declarations, never interested him unless it pertained to his liking.

With a yawn, he turned away. Alastor began to travel out but Cooper's last words caught his attention. His position stiffened, questioning whether or not he should step up. Memories of healing his brother's gruesome wounds and catering to his own flashed through his mind. Their father had been a monster to them. From his desperate experiments to mental abuse, he was a dastardly man. At least he could thank his father for one thing: medical knowledge. Breaking free from his thoughts, the canine spoke up. "I'm willing to attend to the wounded if need be." Hosting a practice session wasn't out of the question either.