He grinned as she approached, her presence able to evoke emotions that he hadn't been sure that he'd possessed previously. Her touch was electrifying, as always, heightened to an almost unbearable amount in the coldness of winter. Alistair pressed against her, straining to brush his nose against her cheek. When they had first met, she had already surpassed him, and had continued to keep growing. It didn't bother him. In fact, nothing about her bothered him- she had been nothing but an entirely positive influence, and he felt guilt creep into his heart at the fact that he didn't make time to see her more often. But their relationship had always been in passing, in a way, and he supposed that if she was unhappy with the arrangements she would have made it known long ago.
Alistair, of course, wanted to keep her close, but there were wolves who valued independence far more than he did. If she did not want to leave her home, he would not impose his wishes upon her, though he doubted he would ever leave Taviora lest the family of the Aztecs fall to someone he could not, or would not bestow upon his loyalty. "It's good to see you, Moonstone." He greeted, with as much warmth in his voice as he could muster. If only he could will the tingling heat in his chest and cheeks into his voice, to show her just how much her presence pleased him.
He pulled back as she did, his tail wagging lazily. It was rare that he felt so... carefree, so easily able to feel happiness and satisfaction and contentment. It was something he had only ever experienced in the company of his mother, and Samia perhaps when the conversation hadn't been focused on his mission. For whatever reason, it was easy to forget these feelings when he was not feeling them, to push them away, squish them down. To forget how blissful, exactly, Moonstone made him feel. Perhaps it was his mind's way of lessening distractions from his work, but he couldn't say in good faith that his souldbonded was not a welcome distraction. 'Was your mission successful?'
For a moment he wished he could hear her tones, even if only for a second, even though it was rare that he wished to hear after so long. Her scent was sweet, a mix of herbs and mountain air. Alistair could only assume her tones would be even sweeter. "Yes. I found the answer I was searching for." His features creased somewhat. "But, as always, the situation is not black and white. I will bring the information back to Lady Zelda, but that is all I can do for now." He looked uncertain for a moment, but forced the words past the lump in his throat. "You clear my head, help me to think and solve problems. However, for once, I do not wish to speak of work. It's... rare that we have time to spend together. I'd like to get to know you better, to talk about what you've been up to.." Alistair glanced downwards, embarrassment clear on his features, but a genuine smile tugging at his lips despite it all.