Noctisardor Bypass Falling fast to the ground

Apologies for the long wait

In response to her apology, her could only give a nod of acknowledgement. He missed the bypass, but perhaps the ruin it'd been turned to was a sign from the gods and goddesses. Maybe, for some reason or another, they wanted him to move on right then and there, and leave the silver Romen's old land behind. It was not very likely that the gods had seen him specifically and decided to take action, but the illusion of that being the case was enough for him. For the time being, anyways. His unconscious want to leave the place behind him, to move on and find a new home, was probably want influenced him the most, however. Effected him to the point in which he was all but certain he could leave Noctisardor in his past, though the route his journey within it had taken would surely have a say in determining where he settled next. The mere thought of settling somewhere that was just going to fall apart was, to be frank, a bit horrid.

Alastor listened attentively when she started in on telling him about her pack, having grown a bit more curious in the passing moments. He had to remind himself, of course, that he could not jump into something like that without giving it any thought. His previous joining had been driven by the fact that, somehow, the only beings he really knew had resided within the bypass. It had seemed as if he was fated to join them, but that had gotten him nowhere once the pack disbanded. While the girl appeared to be kind, he made sure to keep in mind that he couldn't allow that alone to have a pull on his decision. "Starting fresh..." he repeated, more to himself than to Saena. The concept was not unpleasant to the boy, but instead struck a chord within him. That was what he was looking to do, wasn't it? To start anew, leave the past in the past. But, of course, things could not be that simple for him. He had, secretly, wished to reside near the sea, due to a friend of his living within a pack on a bay. It seemed that, again, his decision was to be guided by the location of a friend. Old habits die hard, after all.

"I am sorry to hear about your previous home," he responded, recalling the storm. He wasn't surprised to hear that some land had caught fire, as the storm had been pretty severe. "Your new location," he started, deciding to use the opportunity to ask what currently felt like the most important question he possessed. "Is it close to the sea, by chance?" He was ready to move on, but he didn't want to go so far that he left a good friend behind.