Women, he thinks- are very ponderous creatures. What on earth could they be doing down there in their dens that takes them entirely this long to get ready? To the golden brilliance of Pan’s mind, as long as one has at least three limbs and paws, one is capable of forward motion and as all this trip requires is continues forward motion in the direction of another Pack Land, Pan is quite unable to understand how it is that both Selene and Ever seem to find difficulty in meeting his simply request for effective time management. Even so, such is the good nature of the gorgeous creature that he merely sits once more, looping his tail around his paws to wait, understanding that, after all, if the beginning was slowly done, the rest surely would be as well and he might very well ascertain himself to the fact that when travelling with women, one would be forced to travel slowly. In fact, he should very much like to test this theory indeed, perhaps he should find a female to race- yes, a series of tests across a variety of distances and terrains to ascertain, without putting into context just yet the variation in the build of each member, which gender pertained an ability for acceleration. Males he thinks, must surely be faster, after all, it would occur to Pan that perhaps females would never make it to the starting line.

It was in that moment that at least one of them called out, Everchime emerging from her den with pelt neatly placed and ordered in a manner even Pan finds himself incapable of noticing. Of course, she was surely not attempting to display the exceptional skills of her styling, her attempts no doubt reflected towards the gleaming young male in an attempt at attraction and yet, Pan’s mind sees other features first, his brilliant conscious given to wonder for a few moments just how she managed to so perfectly construct the fur between her ears to sit as well as it did- his own never seeming to manage such a thing and yet, while he is surely capable, he does not believe that wasting the thoughts of his mind on such a thing is a conceivably good use of time, thus, as most young males, his pelt while always presentable is often given to be in disarray, his mind so focused on other things he finds himself entirely unconcerned. Either way, today, as Ever stepped from her den, the boy of copper and gleaming gold did notice her pelt and it’s pleasant appeal, head tilting slightly in appreciation of her efforts, black eyes lingering upon her for a moment before she raced forward with utter exuberance and a speed Pan feels could have been utilised earlier to seat herself beside him, his own white fangs gleaming with his ready grin as one paw lifted to bat almost playfully at her side in good nature as she speaks, nodding as her muzzle rested on the underside of his own in a gesture he finds unusual, obsidian gaze somewhat questioning a moment before his tail waved, his own jaws parting to grip her muzzle in gentle play as he lifted himself to his paws and released.

“Of course we may camp out, I wouldn’t have taken the time to suggest it if I had been attempting to promote humour with a very bad and somewhat ironic joke about the manner of camping out itself.”

He grinned, laughter easy in his voice as Selene finally emerged from her den, his Brothers companion as neatly ordered as Ever herself though seeming almost embarrassed for a moment as she wandered into the light, Pan’s obsidian gaze noting with a mild curiosity that she seemed almost unsure wether or not to allow her own gaze to linger upon himself and Ever. He blinked. Why shouldn’t she? To the mind of the glorious golden boy he had been caught out in no such action that would pertain as to why Selene seemed to look away with sudden shyness. He romped and toyed with Salem and Seven on frequent occasions and none had yet looked away as if such a moment was private. Of course, Pan has failed in his usual manner of being unable to understand the full complexities of social interaction- to note Ever’s attraction. He sees her affection of course, yet Pan holds affection for all his Pack and has not yet come to the realisation that Ever, with her gentle touches and soft gaze has eyes only for himself in these moments, Pan is innocent of such a thing, oblivious in a way Selene and Ever are not. Perhaps girls were slow when it came to getting ready, but it would seem boys are very slow when it comes to matters of the heart. Selene was quick to announce her readiness, Pan already moving, waiting for the ladies to find a place on either side of him before motioning for the journey to begin, nodding at Ever’s words as they walked, the girl reaching down to nudge another rouge blade of grass from his paws, a lopsided grin her reward for such a thing, the boy finding it better to perhaps not ask her why it was she sought the need to do that so often.

“Indeed Ever, these are the very Angel’s I spoke of earlier! I am extremely excited by the prospect of their discovery and indeed I find myself ensnared with a multitude of questions I simply must ask. In fact, I find myself holding questions for all packs. I wish to ask about the worship of the Star in Spirane, would dearly like to understand this bizarre method of belief the wolves of Iromar seem to function upon and why it is they all seem to look like each other while desperately desiring to simply see the City of Angels, an empire- they say, or was, before the fall of the sky.”

He trailed off perhaps a little at the end, unwilling, or so it would seem, to continue to address that matter before hoping neatly over the border line, heading into the free lands with both females in tow, picking up his pace to a steady lope before lunging forward and plunging into the ice and snow with obvious exuberance, free of Glorall, if not just for a time with two very lovely companions at his side.

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