Morningside Cuesta I Know Him

A scoff, followed by silence. Alastor's brows pinched together, only to smooth back out no more than a second later. "We'll just have to see what packs we come across," he'd decided. There was quite some distance between where they currently were and Silvertip, so there were plenty of opportunities for them to locate other packs. Any of which, he believed, could be suitable for the younger male. If none worked for him, however, there was always Plan B.

"If we don't find you a place to go, you can come with me," offered the argent boy. "It might be to another mountain, but I'll keep the bad luck away." If he thought back far enough, perhaps he'd be able to drag up knowledge on assumed charms of good luck. There was no guarantee that he could, of course, but he'd be willing to try.