Silvertip Mountain Cerberus was probably an angry chihuahua

Edit; Maybe @June or @Steady ? c:

Despite his having been close enough for quite some time now, Alastor had yet to visit the sea. He’d wanted to head in that direction after his trip to the nearby woods, but upon discovering who’d followed him, he hadn’t had the chance. Instead, he’d opted for making sure the kids got back to the mountain safely, and then just hadn’t left again. He’d kept to the territory, wandering through it each day and watching it slowly change. With winter so close, he’d expected the changes, and had decided to keep track of them. So far, they’d had some rain, but it’d yet to reach the temperature necessary to create snow or hail. That was something he was thankful for, though. With the snow came a decrease in food, usually, and also the death of many plants. He hoped that, perhaps, the mountainous vegetation would thrive for a bit longer, as its higher elevation meant it was always exposed to lower temperatures. Only time would show what they had to work with, which just left him with the task of waiting. Waiting and watching.
 
Alastor made his way through the territory, taking paths he’d walked along before, and paying close mind to his surroundings. There was a chill to the air, most likely due to the clouds drifting in front of the sun every few moments, but he didn’t mind it. The argent male had been blessed with a thick coat since birth, after all. It worked well to keep the chill away, but there were still times in which a breeze managed to slip beneath it. Such a moment happened, then, making a faint shiver run up his body, but then it was over. The Greek lupine gave a quick shake of his form, and then continued forward through the mountainous terrain. Remembering he’d yet to find a proper place of slumber, he detoured slightly in order to look into that. It was getting colder, after all, which meant he couldn’t exactly sleep out under the stars anymore—or at least not for much longer.