Already Home..

It hadn't been long since the boy was welcomed into the pack. He had been making work of the land, learning shortcuts and preferred paths. In the short time he'd been on the mountain, he'd been able to learn a lot about it. He liked it more and more with each passing day, though he had yet to really meet any of the other members. FitzDutiful and Chaska were the only ones he'd had the privilege of meeting thus far, but he didn't really mind that. They were nice, and had been welcoming. He believed the others would, most likely, be the same, so he didn't try to rush into growing acquainted with them. That being said, he didn't try to outright avoid them, either. All he'd do was make his way around the mountain, and if he ran into someone, that was fine. If he didn't, well, that was fine too. Unlike his time spent as a lone wolf, he did not feel lonely when not around another wolf all of the time. That was, probably, due to him knowing that they were there, still, even if he couldn't see them.

Alastor had been out and about, earlier that day, and had eventually grown close to the borders. He hadn't visited them since his first time crossing over that invisible boundary, and so he didn't turn away. The Greek's legs carried him along the pathway close to it, but not directly on top of it. He made sure there was space between himself and the actual 'line', but wasn't too far off that he couldn't see a ways passed it. It was while he was moving along through that area that he happened across the scent of another being. A following whiff revealed a faint trace of the pack's scent, leading him to believe the other to be a member as well. How long they'd been away, though, he could not tell. Even so, that did not make him change his course. Instead, he continued forward, until his icy gaze landed on the body of another male. He had not been told of another man when he'd been accepted, causing him to assume the one before him now was either accepted after the foreigner, or had been on a long enough journey to be forgotten. Either way, Alastor approached him, stopping a short distance away just in case. "Hello," the argent lupine said, his crown lowering slightly as he gave a nod of greeting. "Are you new here as well?" He had to ask, even though the better part of his mind had urged him not to.