Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

I don't mind at all. Thanks for joining~

The boy had continued on with his miniature journey, not stopping again until he'd happened across another patch of flowers. No longer was he inspecting a few of the remaining globeflowers, but he had instead located some bright red ones. They seemed familiar, but it took him a moment longer of getting up close and personal with it to pinpoint it's name. Scarlet trumpet. They were pretty flowers, often giving a nice change in colour to those exploring mountainous terrains. Their vibrant colouring stood out against the browns and greens of the land, as did the shape they took on. It was interesting, viewing them, as he showed with a light sway of his tail. A motion which was stilled quickly after it'd started, when the sound of a voice reached his ears. It was not one he recognized, but then again, he didn't know anyone's voice in the pack, aside for FitzDutiful's. Forgetting the voice of the leader would not only be foolish, but also disrespectful to some degree, and he refused to act in such a manner.

Curious, he shifted his weight and turned his head, glancing at the male who stood a few paces off. The way he'd worded his inquiry made him certain that the wolf was, also, a member of Silvertip, as did the scent that clung to his coat. Turning entirely, he gave a nod of his head in response to the question, then paused. Alastor's icy gaze trailed over the other's form, taking in his appearance and attempting to connect the voice he'd heard to the wolf standing before him. While he often preferred learning the territory first, and then meeting the other members, he was far too social to give up the opportunity of speaking with someone. Giving a slow dip of his crown, he officially greeted the man. "Hello," he voiced, tone falling more on the calm side. "My joining was fairly recent. My name is Alastor Vranas, it's a pleasure to meet you." A pleasure to meet another member of the pack, really. He'd been told it was small, and felt a bit... out of place. Bonds had already been made and whatnot, and he felt as if he were intruding on them. While that feeling was bound to wash away with time, enough had yet to pass for it to even begin to fade.

"What's your name?" the Greek asked then, wishing to keep his thoughts from drifting too far away. He had a voice to match an appearance, but no name yet to tie it all together. Going by the obvious fact that the other wolf was a male, he believed him to be the one Fitz had called 'Chaska', but did not vocalize his assumption. On the off chance he was incorrect, he did not wish to offend, or make any sort of bad impression.