Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

As little shivers ran their course through the other's body, the Greek caught sight of them. The motion was small, but he'd managed to view the slight twitch that rippled his dark grey back. He was uncertain of what had caused it, as he hadn't felt a chilly breeze whip past them. Then again, he recognized the fact that his coat was rather thick, and believed one may have gone by without him taking notice. No matter, the chill seemed to have passed by as the other's form stilled and the shivers appeared no more. Alastor did not question it, deciding it was not too important. Instead, his attention was drawn to the sound of the elder's voice once more, learning his silent assumption had actually been correct. That was a nice thing to know, but also had him curious about how the other members looked. Not bothering to dwell on the topic too long, given that he was sure he would eventually meet the rest of the pack, he refocused himself on what was being said.

Two questions, followed by an offer. It brought a smile to his face, though not an overly large one. It was measly, at best, but not at all forced. "So far, living here has been enjoyable," he answered, a soft sway of his tail complimented his words. "I haven't met any of the other members just yet, but the land itself is quite nice. The mountain flowers, especially." He'd always had a thing for plants, but flowers were his absolute favourite. Due to that, he'd often found himself sleeping outside and in the open, but the idea of finding an actual den was definitely appealing. "Not yet," Alastor voiced. "I wouldn't mind having help in finding one." He'd never really gone den-hunting before, so it'd be a new experience for him. With them being on a mountain, he had a feeling there were plenty of spaces where one could stay in and use as a den, but he wasn't entirely sure. Guess he'd find out.