Silvertip Mountain Has to do with how you make me

Zoratto followed the Greek, stealing glares at the woman who had came along with them. He wasn't a fan of this flirtaeous woman, even when it was clear that neither Alastor or himself were interested. The Dotharan was annoyed by her very presence, but she was with them nonetheless. He sucked it up, trailing after Alastor to the mountain which he spoke of.

A black male came and greeted them, strangely affable. Perhaps it was only because Alastor was here. If it was only Zoratto or the red woman, well...

He stood silent behind Alastor, watching the wolf who greeted them with curiosity. He had no say in this conversation, he was Alastor's follower, regretably.