Silvertip Mountain [Meeting] Raise our pitchforks together

For a long while, Alastor had remained silent. He'd kept to himself, listening to everything the others had to say and rolling the information over in his head. In truth, he saw no issues with a pack settling beside them. Sure, it would keep them from being able to hunt within the woods, and would make him no longer able to traverse through it, but that seemed like little to hand over when peace was at stake. They had plenty of prey atop the mountain, and another forest on their opposite side that could be used in case of a shortage. As he became trapped within his own mind, the male's brow had furrowed. There were far more downsides, in his opinion, to starting a war than there were to maintaining peace. He knew that, if war was to be their answer, he could do nothing. Though large he often appeared to be, the man was not a fighter. He could defend himself with the basic skills, but aside from that, he was worthless on the battlefield.

"To maintain absolute peace is the only solution..." he'd murmured, perhaps to himself or perhaps to anyone near enough to hear him over the others; not even Alastor could tell which was the case. By then, he'd more or less removed himself the conversation entirely, having been satisfied enough by the reveal of the meaning behind their summoning. Thus, it was with ease he'd managed to slip away—hopefully unnoticed—heading off to find a quiet place to sort through his thoughts on the matter. Little did he know that something would pull him away before his opinions could be shared.