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From the moment he’d approached, it became clear that Zoratto was not happy with him. The accusation had forced his ears to fall flat against his head, given that he’d never intended to leave him behind. At first, he’d assumed that the other male had gotten held up somewhere, and would arrive shortly after Alastor had. Then, following the sudden departure of Vixen, he’d believed that the male might have chosen to follow her over him, given their shared dislike of mountains. Yet, there he was, claiming to have been left behind. Of course, being the type of wolf that he was, he’d been able to see immediately from what perspective his friend was coming from, and felt guilty for having not taken an extra step to ensure that he was alright. “I did not mean to leave you behind,” he’d said, making an attempt at offering his side of the story. “When you hadn’t shown up, I thought you’d gone off with Vixen.” It made sense, in a way. Though the two hadn’t appeared to be particularly close, they shared a preference in the sort of homes they wished to be a part of.

Shortly after, they were joined by another, towards which the foreigner dipped his head in greeting. His gaze had lingered on the male for a moment, believing that they’d met once before, but was unable to place upon him a name. So, for now, he left it alone and focused back on Zoratto as his request to join was made. Alastor’s ears had yet to perk back up, and he’d even adverted his gaze out of shame for what he’d done.