Honeyed Pasture Chasing the wind

Following his meeting at Silvertip, the male had chosen to camp out in a nearby land for a few days. It was with his two traveling companions that he'd done so, keeping near to them in the night and offering them the use of his body heat whenever it was necessary. Alastor would never force anything, and so the offer had always been left to hang there, open to be either taken or ignored. No matter, he'd made sure to keep himself in a space that could occupy more than just himself to be prepared for anything. It had been decided that he'd not drag their stay there out any longer, though, and so he'd chosen to announce his plans that night.

While the decision had been made, he'd not followed through with speaking it just yet, having opted to remain silent for a few moments longer. In the meantime, he'd kept himself awake and moving, watching over his companions whilst enjoying being in their company. And when Zoratto had run off, he'd been tempted to give chase and play, but had held back, leaving the other male to enjoy the moment. When he'd come to a stop, however, Alastor had approached, a smile on his lips. "You like this sort of terrain better than the mountains, don't you?" the Greek questioned, feeling a pang of guilt jolt up through his chest as he spoke. The fact that he wanted to visit and, perhaps, live upon another mountain made him feel bad, for he didn't want to force either of them to stay anywhere, nor did he want to abandon them.