He was happy to speak of their siblings as long as she might wish. It was good to see her happy, to know that she was thriving despite the death of their parents. The male had never found closeness in his siblings, but perhaps he hadn't given himself much of a chance to get close. They were scattered to the winds, now, and he wondered how they would fare being brought together again. '... but I wish to become the Witch or the Surgeon.' He felt something akin to pride swell in his chest. "That is good, Samia. I think you will do a fine job." There was, of course, the idea that perhaps soon he would not be able to visit his sister so freely. But this was the home that she had chosen and Alistair could not think of a reason that she would leave.

Her explanation of Thor's supposed beloved caused another smile to crease his muzzle. "It is good that he found someone." But when he spoke of Moonstone, it appeared that Samia's attention turned fully to that of imprinting. His ears fell back and he glanced away, embarrassed suddenly that he had told her. No one else knew, except for perhaps Moonstone's family, if she had told them. Alistair, despite his deafness, swore he could hear the eagerness in her barrage of questions. They made him uncomfortable, very much so, but perhaps because he had never entertained that notion long enough to come to a conclusion. Love? He felt something like that, but they were bonded. He cared for her, surely. But becoming mates eventually, having pups, that was expected of a wolf- wasn't it?

"I... care for her very much. Whatever she needs, I will be." It was noncommittal, but revealing enough that hopefully Samia would be satisfied. He watched her lips as she spoke of her own imprint, and her excitement felt palpable. "Dear sister, I am sure you do not bother him." Alistair managed a half-cocked, toothy grin. "Any boy should feel lucky to hold your attention." It was strange, he thought, to adopt this mantle of older brother. He almost hated the fact that he needed to bring up the matters of business that he had come here to discuss in the first place- but it was useless to delay it further. He could be, however, more gentle with his intentions than he had been prepared to be.

"I, for one, am... enthused to be in your company. It has been so good to talk to you, Samia." His tail waved slightly. "But unfortunately, I am also working for a rank in Taviora- and Lady Zelda has given me a very important task." Alistair cocked his head slightly. "Please, if you do not wish to answer, simply tell me. I understand this is your home. A long while ago, Taviora's former alpha, Amoxtli, was poisoned. Something of an assassination attempt," He paused, unsure if she had heard of the event or not. "We believed the trail had grown cold... until now. I believe the scent of the assailant leads here, to Glorall... I wanted to know, Samia, if you had perhaps heard anything." It was clear by the look on his face that this was more than just a task to him.