Sure enough, a week came towards mid-November where Alastor disappeared. The only one who seemed remotely aware of what might be going on was Husk, who flatly told the princess "Don't worry, he'll come around again eventually."

Lucky thing there's no Purge to prepare for - it's much easier to go in hiding for a bit.

When Lucifer came around the bayou Alastor had made for himself, he'd find it was a lot deeper and easier to get lost in than one would expect - especially with a disorienting fog making direction hard if one lacked magical guidance in direction. Deep, deep in the trees, Alastor had hidden himself away as planned - a long bathrobe would suffice, to save his favorite suits from getting ruined. His antlers are out and branching ferociously, he's been clawing at the stone and tearing the trees, and he's already started to stretch out in an elongated, emaciated shape - his body craved even as his self control kept him here in these grounds where no one would overhear him no matter how loudly he howled or growled.