Silvertip Mountain Cerberus was probably an angry chihuahua

Thanks for joining. June is so adorable! c:

 
The way of the land was not a foreign concept to him, and yet finding himself a proper den was still made difficult. He wasn’t sure what to look for, exactly, or how close he should be with the rest of the pack—though, in truth, he wasn’t really sure where they slept at. Quitting his search was an unmentionable act, as he’d never possessed the qualities of someone so easily defeated. That didn’t mean he couldn’t take a break, however, which was what he’d decided to do. There wasn’t any real rush, or at least he wouldn’t admit to there being one. If all else failed, he’d just camp out in a different place each night until he found something permanent. It wasn’t too big of a deal.
 
Alastor paused in his steps, then, ears swiveling in order to pick up on the sounds around him. He could’ve sworn he heard steps, but with how light they’d sounded, he just couldn’t be sure. Turning his head, the Greek tossed a glance over his shoulder, spotting a familiar form in the process. After offering up a smile and a wag of his tail, the male turned himself around completely. So he had heard correctly. “Hello, June,” he voiced, giving a slight dip of his head in greeting. “Where are you heading?” Oblivious to the fact that she’d been following him, he assumed she was off to a specific place—or maybe just exploring, but same difference.