He had been waiting, patiently, for the resolution of this particular issue with Glorall, or perhaps just with Eden himself. Iromar had been taken care of, he had heard the resounding victory call just like any other member of Moladion. Alistair hadn't known much of the late alpha, but judging on how Zelda spoke of him, he was a soul that could not be saved. He flicked one of his useless ears, spooking a fly that had chosen to land on it and tickle the skin. The male was not entirely sure what the Goddess planned to do, only that she would seek him out when the time came. He had to admit that he was happy that she had believed him so readily, even the hunch he had which was far less substantiated than his original claim. Alistair just simply couldn't shake the feeling of those piercing eyes knowing far more than they let on...
Alistair moved through Taviora, his white eyes rising as he saw birds flock from the trees. Someone must have howled. It was a shame that he could not hear the songs of his packmates, but he figured that his deafness was apparent to those who had been here for long enough, and they would know to seek him out rather than to call for him. Perhaps he was wrong in assuming that everybody knew, however, or that it was even a fact deemed worthy enough to pass along. It certainly didn't hinder him any longer, it could certainly easily be forgotten in lieu of more important information- it made him slightly proud to know that had become the case.
It took him quite some time to happen upon the other male, who looked to be rather agitated, pacing restlessly through the trees. Alistair cocked his head slightly. He cared deeply for the members of this pack, and anyone in distress sent up red flags within him. He took a few tentative steps forward, letting out a strange-sounding monotone 'woof' to let the other know that he was behind him. His intention certainly wasn't to startle, after all.
"Excuse me." The greeting was supposed to be gentle, but it surely sounded harsh with his monotone, raspy voice, and complete lack of intonation. "Is... Is everything okay." His white eyes stared at the male with some concern laced through them. "My name is Alistair, if you... need something, let me know." Perhaps he should call for a healer, or... something. He wasn't exactly good at dealing with these things.