His life had become a balancing act. It was not unpleasant, but at times, it was difficult. His trips to Spirane were random but as frequent as he could make them with his duties in Taviora, but he regretted each time he left. The children that Moonstone had bore him were growing up too quickly for their absent father to keep up-- he regretted the term, but there was little else to be said. Alistair was not there for them like their mother was, and he wondered if they resented him or if they simply accepted it as a fact of their life. The male was not used to such strong emotions surrounding other wolves, and it threatened to frighten him away. But loyalty and responsibility and love kept him tied to the mountains and his family that lived there. He had not taken Moonstone as his mate and he was not sure he ever would-- but she was happy. She'd gotten the company she desperately needed.

Today, however, he made himself accesible for whoever wanted to speak with him. The youth Mara Sov had become successful in her own right, and while Alistair would be there to offer her guidance, it was clear she needed little in the way of mentoring. He had to admit it was hard to believe that such a prodigy lived in his time but, he supposed others had thought of him that way as a child too. Life was more than politics and pedanticism. Interpersonal relationships, he found, were far more difficult to manage, and yet as he had found, they were vital to one's wellbeing.

Alistair moved through the forest, towards a central clearing where he often lounged. His position required no border patrols nor much strenuous exercise at all, but he tried to keep himself at least remotely fit. His body did not lend itself to speed or strength, and he supposed it was rather fitting that he would take the least athletic path in life. The trips up the mountains gave him enough exercise anyway, he figured. The clearing held a fallen tree which he climbed up upon, his piercing white stare moving past the trees and into the forest beyond. He could not hear an approach from behind, so occasionally he craned his neck behind him to make sure he was not being snuck up upon.

He hoped to meet some other members of the pack on this day, aside from Zelda and her family. The ball had been a good time to mingle with many others, but there was little time for quality conversation-- his deafness somewhat prohibited that in a gathering of so many.