The walk from the forests to the island pack had given him time to think, to mull over his thoughts, feelings, and actions. For a time he had started to reconsider his choice to come here, perhaps it was not the best decision to involve his younger sister in bringing her alpha to justice and yet he saw no other way. He was welcome here, perhaps, but as a diplomat- there would be no red carpet rolled out for him, should last time be any indicator. But a family visit would raise no eyebrows. He had been here before for the very same thing, a romp upon the shores with his siblings and his parents. The memory served to both lift his spirits and sting his heart. Alistair wasn't sure if he could ever love another like he had loved Natu, and like she had loved him.

He snorted softly as he approached, that same scent tinged with the sea and sand clinging to the borders. It was a mystery, a puzzle to be solved, and yet the scent itself was merely a clue. Dexter would be helpful in figuring this out, of that he was sure, and yet there was a part of him that found it difficult to trust in the competence of others. Perhaps Samia would hold the answers that he sought, and if not, he supposed there was value enough in his visit if not just to visit her. He remained standing upon the borders, his white eyes gazing keenly out across the forests that would eventually crumble into sand to be washed away by the endlessly marching waves. What a tragically poetic place to live.

Alistair raised his muzzle towards the sky, his toneless, unmistakable howl calling for Samia. It held no tinge of his true intentions, it was a simple invitation for a visit, and yet perhaps she would be family enough to sense the imperceptible urgency in his song. He doubted that it would take long for her to come, and so he remained waiting, glancing occasionally to see if he could spot her through the forest.