I find I am rather inclined to like this fellow, how it is I have never come across him before I cannot say and yet in my near eighteen years of existence I seem to have over-looked his actually presence in the grand scheme of things, an evident fault on my part. After all, I find him quite agreeable and considering I am rarely given to like anyone that is perhaps a rather significant compliment given towards him, wether vocalised or not. At least he knows how to respect myself, I am an elder after all, though I hardly find the term actually appropriate. I nodded to his words, handsome features dipping easily as I regarded him once more, violet gaze held against the dark touch of his own as his features seemed to shift into something a little more- solemn at the words of warning I brought to the brother pack of Diveen. Honestly I should get to know the fellow better, after all, as he says, my Calista has apparently taken favour with his own son and as indeed I know well the ways of my daughters I am entirely inclined to believe that this Alcide and I might very well share grandchildren someday. I smiled momentarily at the passing thought within my mind, pleased indeed to hear that Calista was well and happy. She had always been a quite child, a thoughtful child and to know that perhaps she had found someone of apparently decent blood (I’ve just decided I don’t rather mind it) is a good thing.

Unfortunately however I cannot be given to allow my mind to linger to long on more pleasing topics, the threat Iromar had apparently decided to pose to my bloodline and any given to call themselves my friends enough to allow such thoughts to be overruled by irritation. Now really, why would Iromar and Baphomet be so utterly foolish as to irritate me? Wolves who do that usually end up dead. What can I say? I hold a grudge and I’m not an ‘empty threat’ kind of fellow. I don’t have time for falsified promises of impending doom. Ripping wolves throats out sends so much more of a message. I might be old, but I’m far from dead and Iromar would be well inclined to mind themselves or I might be inclined to allow my agitation to get…out of hand. I once more allowed my attention to return to this Alcide, the male evidently understanding of the delicacy of the situation his words well met as I nodded once more. Hmm, I like these take charge types- finally someone actually useful is in charge. Moonglow chose well.

“Thank you.”

I rarely say that so he should enjoy the moment. I moved to rise once more, lifting easily to my paws, prepared to visit both Calista and Amaterasu before I made my way back to Diveen, the thought of the journey back down the mountain for the first time, well, ever seeming just that bit to- much. Was this really what it was like to get old? I shook the thought away. It was a damn hill and I’d run down it if I had too though I have never been more thankful for the flat plains of Diveen in my life. Alcide spoke once more, my own one and half ears flicking forward to catch the words of the broad-chested creature. A request? I frowned momentarily, considering such things as he offered them. It was well within my power to accept such terms and indeed I saw no reason not to. Spirane is a valuable resource, it may not be large, yet, but Diveen and Isola are content to support it and I have no doubts that in time it’s numbers will swell and such favours of kindness and support returned should ever we need it. I allowed a grin to touch my features before I nodded, chuckling slightly.

“Diveen is home to my own brother of the Art, Devil May Cry. Surely you’ve heard of such a male, indeed his prowess on the battle field is without equal, Kane, his son and mate to Isola is proving just as capable as indeed are those brought up by myself, Malina, Azrael, Ava and many of the warriors Isola has named. He will have his mentor, hell, he can have his pick of mentors. I will inform Isola of this, we will guard your son as you guard my daughters.”

I nodded once more, allowing him to see the honesty of such a thing before I dipped my head again.

“It has been a pleasure to enjoy your company, I will see my daughters before I take my leave. Diveen is open to you and yours, Alcide though I must say, Sleekwing is a very odd name.”

I shrugged lightly before I turned gracefully from him in that moment, our agreement made, white form moving off and deeper into Spirane to find my children and leave him with his own newborn.