Silvertip Mountain Cerberus was probably an angry chihuahua

Aha, Alastor is going to be completely oblivious of her crush. xD

 
The girl’s answer reminded him of his reasoning for choosing Silvertip over the other packs he’d learned about. It’s close proximity to the sea, to the pack that housed his friend—little did he know, though, that the elder male no longer resided there. That little detail was not known by him, and the discovery of it would certainly be cause for a great deal of disappointment. “I was just going for a walk,” he answered simply, rather than explaining his whole 'searching-for-a-den' ordeal. He would know the space when he saw it, still not seeing any rush to the locating of a place of rest. Besides, what June was doing sounded far more interesting to him than continuing to wander through the territory. “Mind if I come along with you?” Alastor asked then, wanting to see the bay, but also not wanting to crowd the younger. If, by chance, she wanted to head out alone, he would definitely respect her request, as was the polite thing to do.
 
Something came to mind, a question that he couldn’t refrain from asking. “Are you allowed to go to the bay?” There was a slight tilt to his head as he asked, keeping a close eye on her. He probably should have asked that before seeing if he could tag along with her, but late was better than never. He wasn’t actually sure how old she or her brother were, and so he didn’t know just how far they were allowed to travel. He didn’t want for her to end up getting into trouble with her dad, or any strangers that might cross her path on the trip.