He had spent some time with his sister in Glorall, despite the burning in his chest begging him to return to Taviora immediately. After a few days of reminiscing, he had bid her goodbye, and reassured her that she would not be implicated in any of this. Above all he wished to protect her, and the guilt of involving her at all was tantamount. But he had done his job, he had discovered the identity of Amoxtli's would-be assassin, and now it was time to bring the woman to justice. Alistair knew that it would be a tenuous endeavor, a dance of sorts, and he could only hope that Zelda would be able to deal with it without ruining the alliance between the sea and the forest. It was only right that Eden would seek to protect his daughter, after all he had used the bonds of family to his advantage as well, but he could not hide her away forever.
The time had come to act, in the midst of a storm that threatened to disrupt everything that they knew. Tensions were rising, Iromar and Diveen having officially declared themselves enemies, and the place he called home seemed to be caught up in the middle of it. Alistair knew that Zelda had the intelligence, the skill, to see her pack through this, but he wanted to help. He was, after all, a tactician of the mind, a warrior with words. He hated to see himself as such but he was an excellent manipulator, his deafness hidden so incredibly well that strangers could not possibly know of it, unless they knew a deaf wolf themselves. His tongue was his most valued tool, and one did not need to hear words when the movements of the body and face meant so much more.
Alistair crossed the border, moving like a ghost towards the den of Zelda, following her scent as it zigzagged deeper into the forest. He spied her hindquarters through the trees, and circled around, emerging in front of her with a graceful bow of his head. "Lady Goddess." He greeted, white eyes moving from her eyes to her lips. "I bring news. Allow me to call for Dexter." He tilted his head back, then, a toneless howl calling for the male to join them. He had been an asset, instead of family ties making him clumsy it seemed to only have made him more determined, more cautious. Alistair was pleased enough with Zelda's assignment that they should work together, and he supposed the pairing was successful given what he had brought home with him.
He settled back on his haunches. "Before Dexter arrives..." Alistair cleared his throat, letting his head rest at a slight tilt. "I want you to know, Zelda, that you do not have to do anything that you do not wish to do. I brought you information as you asked, it is your choice to do with that information what you wish, and I will not force your hand." He paused, hearing rustling in distant bushes, signifying the approach of another, and fell silent. Alistair was not entirely sure that Dexter would be content with letting the knowledge lie as simply knowledge, and perhaps might try to sway Zelda into doing something. Either way, his aim was to be objective, to present what he had found out no matter the outcome.