“Now, remember ladies, we are diplomats, we represent Glorall, we must conduct ourselves with pride and decorum as affairs between our pack and this one have been a little...strained of late and the Angels are easily offended, so let us give them no reason to do as such. Let us prove we are worthy of their time. Selene, you will do wonderfully, I have ever faith in you and Ever I have only ever known you to succeed. I will be right there with you both.”

He grinned, little white fangs beaming from his golden features as he brushed against both females, the young male, now finally having reached adulthood seeming to have truly filled out and indeed, though never would he be overly tall his chest had broadened and muscle thickened at a surprising rate, the young creature of beaten sun and coppery gold having become a truly powerful male by way of build and strength- his increased weight having been made all the more obvious during their journey, sinking readily into the wet and melting snow. He shook himself in that moment, loosening any of the debris that had become entangled within his gleaming pelt by way of their journey before proceeding down the slop and towards the border line of Diveen. He had seen very little of the pack on his last journey here with Weylin and indeed his thoughts on the previous meeting were still- troubled. He will support his brother, always, in everything he does and yet though he will not voice such a thing out load, for it would be inappropriate, he feels that perhaps Weylin, while not wrong to do as he did- had gone about it incorrectly. They had been summoned to speak with the Queen of Diveen and she had come readily and willingly when they arrived- only for Weylin to perhaps...indelicately handle the situation. He understands in some ways, his brother is hurt, he comes from angry blood and indeed some small part of Pan was content to see the Angels spoken to harshly- yet it was also misguided. Weylin spoke, Pan feels, wrongly, yet he also feels Diveen to is at fault. Neither one is excusable, Diveen should have done more, yet Weylin was rash, he didn’t think. Honestly why nobody let Pan handle these things he is not entirely sure, Diveen may well be unwilling to speak with them again. Yet Pan is not his brother, Selene is not her imprint and Ever is innocent in all regards, so he tossed his head back and called for Kane, for Isola.

He moved then, positioning himself just behind the border line with easy and dutiful respect, waiting for his ladies to take a place either side. Selene, he was convinced, would perform her task with exception. Perhaps she is quiet and reserved in herself, but the golden boy is entirely convinced there is more within the young Queen. She is strong and independent and resourceful and clever, just as Ever is quick of mind, fast to learn and very well proportioned. In fact, it is perhaps the first time he has truly noticed it, Ever has a very nice....frame, as does Selene. He frowned a moment, wondering at these thoughts before returning his attention to the pack land before him, the land seeming golden in the sun. Perhaps it did not hold the beauty of Glorall, for Pan adores the rivers and waters and sand, but, he thinks it is a most fitting place for Angels and truly, truly he hopes they will be invited in. Pan has waited years to meet these wolves, to see what it is they do behind there golden walls and he is thrilled to be here, so many questions within his mind and yet he will allow Selene and Ever to speak, while he protects, as instructed. When they are done however and if things go well, Pan will simply be unable not to ask for a tour, at least a glimpse within. So many questions.

“I have always desired to see how this Pack is run, always, and truly I hope to achieve amicability this day for I would adore to be given even a few moments to speak to the Angel King of Devil himself, perhaps even their Advisor or Guardian or Dark Angel. I have so many questions, have heard so many stories. It looks beautiful, would you not love to go within, Ever, Selene?”

He asked quietly as they waited.


((I figured I ought to have Kane come, he has the same authority as Isola to make alliances/contracts and if I brought Isola I'd be posting with myself haha))

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