Alastor had been mulling over his thoughts for a few days now, trying to decide what it was that he wanted to say to Hal or if he wanted to say anything at all. He knew he needed to, but the fear of her anger or disappointment was like a heavyweight strapped to his legs. Luckily those weights kept him from running, but they also made it hard to move forward. They had a pack now to think about, though, and if there was anything that required them to try and immediately rectify any differences it was that simple fact. No longer was Alastor a lone wolf or a part of his self-made one man band. He was the male leader of a pack and thus he needed to grow some balls and do something instead of sitting biting his nails.
The silver man caught her scent and followed it, catching sight of her brown rump as he went. He offered a woof in greeting, moving to stand in front of her. His topaz gave lowered to the ground and he cleared his throat, tail hanging at his ankles. “Ah, can we talk?” he asked with a small smile.