Neverwinter Forest What happened to three?

Member of STM, at your service! (`･ω･)ゞ Also snagging because ayyye, we share the same name~

After his trip to the bay, Alastor had taken his time with returning to the mountain. He'd wished to spend some extra time by himself, absorbed in his thoughts rather than having to avoid running into one of his pack mates. For several days he'd remained away from Silvertip, but his presence was never far off from it. He'd lingered in nearby territories, knowing well that he'd needed to return to the pack's lands, but having been unable to make his legs move in it's direction. With each passing day, he contemplated leaving and setting out on a long journey, but that, too, was something he'd been unable to do. After all, it was only recently that he'd informed the boy of his home's location, and he didn't want to miss out on hearing the other's call—even if a large part of him doubted it would come so soon, if at all.

Deciding it was about time he returned to his pack, the foreigner made his way towards the mountain. He'd been lingering within the nearest field, and so he'd needed to loop around and trek through the forest before he could reach his destination. Of course, he could have traveled up along the glacier to save time, but having never experienced the terrain before he'd opted to stick to a more familiar route. Thus his legs carried him along through the woods, intent on reaching Silvertip's borders as quickly as possible. However, he didn't make it far before a scent infiltrated his nostrils, and he'd found himself pursuing that instead of the place he—occasionally—called home. It was another wolf, and for whatever reason he'd felt the need to seek him out. Never had Alastor been a territorial wolf, nor was he cut out to be a guardian of any sort, so the close proximity to the mountain couldn't have possibly been the reason behind his actions. Whatever the cause was, he was given no time to think, for the form of a wolf was soon well within his line of sight.

From a short distance away, he observed the male, taking in his appearance without worry of whether he'd be caught looking or not. The stranger appeared young, more so than himself, but that did not lessen his attractiveness. He was a handsome fellow, cloaked in hues of silvers and white with a hint of cream, possessing noticeably soft features. There was nothing about him that was even remotely close to threatening, so the Greek approached with a neutral demeanor. His expression was friendly, and a spark of curiosity lit up his icy gaze. He stopped a short distance away, not too close to impose upon the younger, but also not so far as to come off as impolite. "Hello," he greeted, a hint of an accent touching his voice. "What brings you so close to the mountain?" A discreet sniff of the air revealed a pack's scent upon Anwyl's coat, but to which pack he belonged was unknown.