Honeyed Pasture Chasing the wind

Alastor would have settled for any of the responses that he could have received, though he was in possession of a favourite—which was the very same that he’d received. He’d have accepted it had the other been disinterested in sharing anything about his culture, but wouldn’t have been too happy had things played out that way. And though the information would be coming with a price, it was something that he knew he could afford, and made him look forward to spending more time with the masked wolf. “I can do that,” he’d said, agreeing to the terms. “I look forward to learning from you.” The language was likely to be something that he’d never be capable of speaking, but he was still excited to learn about what certain words meant. He was more excited, of course, to learn about the culture as a whole, believing that knowing Zoratto’s background might help him to better understand the younger male.

“For now, perhaps we should find somewhere to rest for the night,” the Greek suggested. Without a pack to sleep alongside, he wanted to be prepared for anything, and so a secured location was necessary for them to spend the night in.