Alistair was somewhat amused by his little gimmick, even though he had no scrape or even a bruise he was sure that she was happy to show him her home nonetheless. There was a hint of a smile upon his face as his eyes drifted to her lips, catching the words that she spoke about not having many supplies at her den yet. It was silly to hide his intentions-- had he simply asked to see more of Spirane, he was sure that Moonstone would not have minded. But there was something... fun, about playing a little game. She had always brought out a side of him rarely seen, after all. "That's quite alright. I am sure you can be... crafty with what you do have." He blinked his solid white eyes as she took off, bounding effortlessly across the rocks. Truly, the mountain wolves were of different forms.

He took off after her, scrambling up the rocks with far less grace, his soft pawpads from years of even, cushioned terrain slipping against the stone. "Um." He called out, having found himself stretched between two rocks with his front paws on one and his back on another. "Hold on. I'm... I'm coming." Alistair gritted his teeth, before gripping the rock the best he could with his claws, and propelling himself forward with his hind legs. For a terrifying moment he thought he might fall, as his hind paws slipped against the side of the rock, but with tremendous effort he was able to hoist himself up to stand upon one singular stone. Perhaps this was why he had never visited. The route to Moonstone's den was a damned gauntlet.

The rest of the short trip seemed to be a bit more easy-going, though his shorter legs ached from the exercise and his tongue lolled out of his mouth when they arrived. Alistair blinked up at his imprint as she turned, his already wild fur seeming to stick out in an impossibly messy fashion. 'Home sweet home!' "You do that every day." His face was bewildered, even if his tones did not express it. His gaze moved from her densite down to his forest home below. The trees looked so tiny from up here. Perhaps if he was a better climber, he could see the appeal in a densite like this one, looking down upon the world. He wondered if his place in Taviora had anything to do with the place that Moonstone had chosen.

'I need to go see your pack someday.' He nodded at her words, his gaze once again moving towards the forest. "It is not nearly as treacherous to get to my den." There was a slight smile upon his face, before he moved past her, his gaze leaving Taviora below and returning to her mountainside den. "This is nice." He said, his tail giving a few waves as he looked around. His den was not much bigger, nestled between several tree roots, but it was comfortable and kept him warm enough. "Are you comfortable here." There was a hint of curiosity in his words. He wondered if there was anything but family ties that kept her bound to Spirane.