Silvertip Mountain Energy is the gift of youth

It was a new, an unfamiliar, place, but it was his home now. He'd been informed of the lay of the mountain, but had also decided to explore it for himself. It was something he enjoyed doing, too. Learning the way certain lands worked, memorizing specific steps that would need taken to reach a destination—it was fun for him. The Greek lupine had a way of dealing with the earth, almost as if they saw eye-to-eye on things. He would learn about it's various terrains, and how to navigate through every area he'd come across, and in turn the earth would keep him away from death. It was nature that provided the food they ate, the places they called home and would slumber in at night, so he felt the least he could do was be courteous to her. The male had felt the need to do so from a very young age. The urge to look after what was going on around him seemed to increase come the change of the seasons, too. Such as was the current situation, with the warm days of Summer fading away into the cooler ones of Autumn. He did not dislike any of the seasons, believing there to be a reason behind each one. Besides, the cold was not something that slipped under his coat so easily.

Alastor soon found himself heading down a particularly winding path, no set destination in mind. His head was in the clouds, metaphorically speaking, of course. Yet, somehow, he was still able to keep track of where he was going. It was as if half his conscious was miles away, while the other half remained firmly planted on the ground. Only when a thought came to mind did the halves reunite with one another, causing him to give a gentle shake of his head. Flowers. The thought that had entered his mind was one containing images of the colourful plants. It felt like it'd been ages since he'd last gone looking for some, and his curiosity was quick to get the better of him. The plants that grew on mountains were different from what grew on plains or in meadows, which had him interested in what he could find. So, without a second thought, the argent boy started his trek around the mountain, keen nose working overtime in order to locate even a hint of a floral scent.

Eventually, the boy caught sight of something, and slowed to a stop in order to inspect it. It's bright yellow colouring had been quick to interest him, and upon closer inspection he was able to figure out what it was. "Globeflower," he murmured, a smile finding it's way onto his face. The flower was one not found on plains and such, which had made him unable to view one until then. Of course, he'd seen them when he was younger, back while he was still in Greece, but they'd avoided his gaze in the new land up until then. It brought back memories of his younger days, back when he'd sit around with his siblings and listen to the voice of his mother as she taught them about nature. The lessons were ones containing plants of all sorts, their names and what they could be used for. They were lessons he'd always enjoyed, even more than the English ones, and so he was glad to have been able to remember them. For a moment, he did nothing more than sit there, gazing at the flower before him. Then, he conintued forward, nosing around in search of more.