Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

Got it. Thanks for the thread! c:

 
The boy paid careful attention as his question was answered, adding the collection of words to his memory. Later, maybe he would look into the deer around the mountain, and make note on his mental map of where they could be easily found. That would have to wait, though, which he had no problem with doing. Patience came to him with ease, as it should, given his upbringing and the trades he wished to pursue. An impatient nature would do him no good, and so he would inwardly correct himself if he ever noticed a slip up of his own doing. “I will make sure to ask him when I see him next,” the argent wolf voiced, a faint nod following his words as if to solidify what he was saying.
 
When an inquiry was returned in his direction, he was quick to give a gentle shake of his head. Despite the elder having said earlier that there was nothing else he could be doing, Alastor still did not feel right about taking up too much of his time. “Perhaps another time?” he suggested, leaving out his reasoning behind it, assuming that the grey man would wave it off as no big deal. With that, he continued on with picking at their shared meal, not wishing to take more than what was necessary. Once the body was left with nothing edible on it, the Greek gave his farewells to Chaska, before heading off. The time spent had been enjoyable, and made him further appreciate his decision to join the mountain wolves.