Morningside Cuesta I Know Him

The notion of living on a mountain, whilst fine for the Greek, seemed unpleasant for the other. They were bad luck, according to him, which Alastor found to be unusual. What made them unlucky, and did it apply to all mountains? Perhaps he might ask another time, but for the moment, his focus was on finding a place for Zoratto to stay at. The only packs he seemed to know about, however, dwelt on mountains. "I only know of mountainous packs," he'd admitted aloud, frowning at his own lack of insight. At one point, he'd wished to be a Scout, yet he hardly knew of any of the packs. It was borderline shameful.

"What type of terrain isn't unlucky?" he'd asked. "After visiting the mountain, I could help find a place for you." When Alastor had arrived within the Wilds, he'd been lucky, for his mother had taught him the common tongue at a very early age. He'd grown up speaking it, but the same could not be said for the other male. To leave him alone to wander seemed awful for that reason alone.