Silvertip Mountain [Meeting] Raise our pitchforks together

The pack settling next door had not gone unnoticed by the Greek fellow. The forest was a place he enjoyed spending time in, but with the collection of scents growing he had become weary of it, lest he risk an encounter with wolves of unknown intentions. Being a pacifist, for the most part, he doubted he'd stand a chance, and that alone kept him from entering one of his favourite places. Even the border that met the woods had been lacking in his presence, for he'd stationed himself quite the distance from it and simply observed whatever movements he could spot from his position. Such was what he'd been doing when a howl went up, calling specifically for him and some others. Curious, and knowing he could not ignore the summoning, the male had abandoned his perch and left towards the area the howl had originated from.

Upon his arrival, Alastor noted that Krypton was already there. Zaria's presence at the leader's side did not shock him too much, more so because he wasn't exactly up-to-date with the knowledge pertaining to her pregnancy. In fact, he knew nothing of it, having neither interacted with her nor anyone who knew. He did notice a change in her physique, however, but thought little of it. His attention was instead focused on Fitz, waiting to hear the reason for being called forth. Having managed to catch the end of Krypton's words, he remained quiet instead of parroting her query.