Silvertip Mountain Has to do with how you make me

Steady's eyes turned to the silent male behind Alastor, instantly wondering who that was. He had assumed Alastor was here to rejoin, and maybe brought a friend, but the Alpha knew better than to voice that. It would have been awkward for him to welcome his previous pack mate back, only to have him decline. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the gray male. I'm doing well. I'm glad you are, too, he said with a smile.

He was about to ask what he had come back for, but Alastor had his own questions. Steady's expression fell a bit when Fitz was brought into the conversation, but he knew he had to let Alastor know what happened. Fitz passed, he said softly. Not very long after you began your journey, he added, remembering when Alastor had announced that he was going. The famine hit us hard, and we lost more family before it was over. Chaska and I are what's left of what was Fitz and Zaria's pack. He tried to lead with his brother in mind, and he hoped he was doing him justice. 

In an attempt to lighten the conversation, he tried to steer it back towards Alastor. I hope your travels have been rewarding, he said. Are you just stopping in? He still wondered if Alastor, and maybe his friend, were looking to stay.