Alistair's tail waved slightly when the other male gave his name. Dexter, he could tell that the other male was good-natured by his responses but he hadn't yet been able to garner anything else. Impatient perhaps, but that was not necessarily a bad quality, as long as it did not lead to rash decisions. He was not sure what category the male fell under, warrior, spy, diplomat, but if Zelda wanted them to work together than work together they shall. The younger male was not a sycophant by any means, but he was doggedly loyal- despite the relative youth of the Goddess, he trusted her and would follow her orders unless he deemed them unnecessarily reckless. So far though it didn't seem that Zelda was as immature as her age would suggest.
His eyes fell from Dexter's gaze as the other male began to speak. Alistair considered his words keenly, giving a soft huff of approval when the male mentioned Eden's obligation to bring the information forward. His final words were something that he had mulled over himself once he had become sure of the assailant's origin. The more humanitarian side of him wanted to assume that it had been a simple accident, but they couldn't simply toss possibilities away like an old kill without considering every angle. Dexter was smart, they were thinking similar thoughts and the smaller male felt more at ease about working with him after hearing his thoughts on the matter. Working through those thoughts and finding a solution, however, would require finesse. He supposed that was where a diplomat like himself would come in.
Alistair waited until Dexter spoke once more, saving his thoughts until the older male was done speaking. The information that followed was curious. The wolf standing before him was Amoxtli's brother? It could certainly complicate things, but so long as he kept a certain degree of emotional separation he doubted that the effect would be too detrimental. At least it seemed as though it was giving him the determination to seek out who had done this. He tilted his head slightly when Dexter mentioned how he was indebted to him, a curious way to phrase it but he understood the sentiment nonetheless. "You are right." He began once the other had finished, unsettling white gaze moving once again to meet the green of his companions.
"Alliances, treaties, they can at times be fragile things. I have secured an alliance with Eden twice now, once with Solaris, the wolf who mentored me. He is... curious. His motives remain his own, and there are secrets behind his gaze. I am unsure of his true thoughts towards Taviora, or if he simply reaffirmed the alliance as a way of covering his tail." He sighed softly. "I want to believe it was an accident, but there is no way to be sure. Bringing this information and accusing Eden directly may work if he is caught off guard, but given the time since the poisoning, it's likely that he has prepared quite the story." Alistair shifted, his mind turning over each and every thought, every assumption, every possibility.
He spoke again. "I do not want him to use your relation to Amoxtli against us. For him to say that you are a vengeful brother with misdirected anger would be easy. We must put together evidence, so far the only thing that I have is a scent, and the musings of my intuition. I know I am not mistaken, but it would be easy for Eden to claim as much." He paused for a moment, considering. "We must find out more before we make this accusation, or it could go poorly. If the assailant is indeed close to Eden, its unlikely that he will give them up easily- and he is a powerful enemy to make, so that is something I would like to avoid."