Silvertip Mountain A change of pace

Recent events had left the male in a rather good mood, causing him to have re-entered the territory with a soft smile on his face. He’d met another who was like him, a Greek wolf who’d somehow found their way into Teekon. It had been a refreshing encounter, as well as saddening, though he could not help but appreciate having crossed paths with her. Hecate. Though he was no longer in her presence, the mere thought of her had him grinning like a fool. One might mistake his behavior for him being head over heels for someone, but that simply wasn’t the case. He would not deny that, at first, his excitement had gotten the better of him and caused him to think of a nonexistent future with her, but that’s all it was—an improper display of his joy. With the distance now between them, he could think rationally, and looked back upon his thoughts as being completely unwarranted. He felt as if he should apologize for his behaviour, but refrained from doing so in order to keep himself from having to explain why he wanted to apologize. Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure if he would even see her again in order to be able to deliver a proper apology, so he left it at that.

As Alastor trekked through the pack’s land, he couldn’t keep his mind from wandering back to his meeting with the fellow foreigner. They’d spoken in Greek rather than the common tongue of the Wilds, and he found himself missing the ability to do that whenever he pleased. Back in Pelion, he’d been able to speak to nearly everyone by using the tongue of the land, but that wasn’t the case anymore. With a new land came a new language, and though he’d been taught it as a child, the words weren’t ones that appealed to him. The one who’d showed an interest in the language, and had seemed set on learning it, had vanished. Where he’d gone, Alastor might never know, though at times he wished so desperately that he could have followed him. Such thoughts of what could have been darkened his mood slightly, but once he’d caught on to what was happening, he shook the notions away. Communicating with Hecate had left him in a good mood, and he wished to not ruin it for himself. Thus, with a newly cleared mind, he continued forward and slowly made his way up the mountain, a faint bounce in his step.