Moonspear You forgot something

The moment the male’s name was shared, the memory clicked into place and he was reminded of a time when he’d been rather down. Floki had been kind at the time—still was, it seemed—and had told of Aesop’s disappearance back then. Of course, none of that mattered anymore, and so the memory was relocated to the back of his mind where it could be remembered without affecting his current situation—which was good, because a question was directed his way, which he’d needed a clear mind in order to answer. A nod was given, assuring the Beta that he could vouch for his fellow foreigner.

Alastor looked towards the masked wolf as he spoke, the way he held himself and spoke both being unsurprising. If he’d learned anything after having spent a fair amount of time with Zoratto, it was that he was a very bold creature, but usually meant well. “I’ve traveled with him,” the Greek voiced, adding on after his friend had finished speaking. “He can move quickly. I think he would do well at wearing down the prey during hunts.” Having never seen him partake in an actual pack hunt, however, he didn’t know if his belief would turn out to be true or not. It seemed safe to share his thoughts, though, given the evidence that he’d witnessed whilst traveling with Zoratto and Vixen.