Alistair looked towards the other male, white eyes keen. He knew that he often rambled, that since finding his voice he tended to give information in great droves. But his new companion kept up, he could see it in his eyes, his mind was twisting and turning. It was somewhat pleasing to note that his words were not being wasted on someone who did not appreciate them. He had, though, to regard the input of the wolf that he would be working with, that he would be relying on as a confidant and compatriot. There needed to be no mistrust between them, no miscommunications with the situation being as delicate already as it was. Alistair felt as though he could trust Dexter, however, and that was certainly a start.
'Is this Solaris wolf still around? He might be worth talking to.' Hot air blew through his nostrils when the other inquired of Solaris. At times he missed the hulking whiteness of his mentor, but he stood firm on his own paws, now. He had left seasons ago, now, but the teachings he had imparted remained. Despite this, Alistair knew that the male held many secrets, secrets he had not had the capacity at the time to sniff out. It was long ago. "Solaris was the wolf who taught me what I know. He was my mentor, and my friend. But he left long ago." He paused for a moment. "He was friendly with Eden, they spoke in Latin to each other, but that was before I had learned to understand it as I understand the common tongue. Do you know it?" He let the question hang as a rhetorical, a point to be discussed later as he continued.
He nodded his head slightly when Dexter spoke again. 'Yes, he probably does have alibis and everything by now and we would have no way to dispute any of it, this long after.' The words were greeted with a sigh. "You are entirely correct." His ears, though useless, pricked forward as Dexter spoke again. Alistair was pleased that the male was not impatient nor rash, things would go poorly should they rush into this with the expectation that things would go the way that they planned. "That is the best plan. I do not want to make this hard on Lady Zelda, she has... enough to deal with as it is." He cleared his throat. "Regardless, for everyone's sake, this should be handled as smoothly and as carefully as possible."
'So, where do you want to start first? This was your hunch so your lead is my command.' Alistair's mouth quirked upwards in the barest hint of a smirk at the suggestion that he was in any way in charge. Handling it, perhaps, but only at the behest of his Queen and the pack that he had lived in for many years. He wished only to serve, loyalty ran white-hot through his veins. He considered. "I have a sibling residing in Glorall. Her name is Samia. Perhaps she has heard something, or seen something- it is what first came to mind. I have other plans for my own research, though, should she have been preoccupied with other things that night."
His luminescent, piercing eyes rested upon Dexter then. "You might want to take a similar route, should you have any friends there. Eden is clever, cautious, but he can not be infallible. A mistake must have been made at some point, and we must find that mistake, and exploit it."