Moonspear Struggle to get your attention

There came a question, and so Alastor nodded before following the male’s gaze to glance back towards his companion. There was one missing, not even his silhouette visible on the horizon, which had his brows temporarily knitting together. Writing it off as intentional sluggishness fueled by nerves, he’d turned his head back around. “This is Vixen,” he’d said. “There is another—Zoratto—but he must have fallen behind.” He hoped so, at least. The foreigner had given his word that he’d assist the younger male in finding a home, so losing him on the way to a potential one wasn’t exactly ideal. Still, the thoughts were pushed passed for the time being and his attention divided between the two mountainous wolves, falling silent. It was a mystery to him how his fire-kissed friend might react to them, her actions having yet to become predictable to him.

The next question was not his to answer, but he’d paid careful attention anyways. How he’d been spoken of had nearly made his tail start to wag like a puppy that'd been praised for the very first time, but, luckily, he’d somehow managed to keep it from swinging all around.