Quiet and yet diligent. Good guards, they made, a nod to Isola's seemingly impeccable knack for placing wolves where they best belonged. Before his mother had turned sour, he remembered her lessons on such a thing; it was a king and queen's duty to ensure each wolf's strength was utilized, and she had noted how well Heyel's family did such a thing. Even now, he saw it plainly, his own mind musing over the wolves of his own packs and how they would best one day perform. As the truth would have it, he only wished at times that he had better observed such a family and learnt from them rather than his own mother, who had failed thrice at least. Perhaps in the future, he would have the chance to acknowledge such a strength within the Diveen queen but for now, he was content to merely see what she had come for. By all means, he had not heard of the Queen going so far from Diveen, and surely that meant a compliment in some regards. Caligula would understand, for she had to surely. Strength needed strength, and as much as his mate might have been inclined to growl over the name Heyel, she would need to understand that Isola was not he. He had to suppress a chuckle; he would undoubtedly feel her teeth if he was not careful on the topic.

When she spoke once more, he bowed his head low, flashing a grandeur smile her way before he spoke, his voice once more a fluid, cool sound.

"Ah, a misunderstanding on both our accords, perhaps. You must forgive me - at times it is hard to remember that there are others raised with different words. My own daughter speaks of an unusual wolf who speaks an even odder tongue in the free lands."

True - Cersei had come to him ecstatic one day, babbling the same word over and over. She said it had meant 'great,' spoken by a strange girl by the name of Delya. Since then, it had been impossible to pull her away from Sinclair's trail, who she swore would teach her the same language as Isola's family. Simply watching her stumble over the words made him realise how difficult a task learning two languages would be. Besides, the question had brought Isola's topic of conversation coming forward much better - he enjoyed the honesty.

"Isola, if I may address you as such? Glorall is not as Iromar is, was or ever shall be - my mate and I left such a place for so many reasons. We are a clean slate, fresh and new."

He met her gaze levelly, moving it along to both Fathom and Maddox with a small nod of his head. Though he would not share such reasons, it was good to at least have their presence known; he had left Iromar, yes, though he held little contempt for its entirety. As he saw it, his neutrality with those around him made for an interesting prospective; had Moladion ever had a mediator of sorts? A buffer between the tension? It brought an arc to his brow but no more, his lips remaining poised in the smallest of smiles.

When she spoke of peace, he nodded slowly in both agreement and acknowledgement - a treaty of sorts, a test really. They were on level playing fields, both somewhat weary of the other though with good reason. Still, what his mother had done was the past and was of no concern to him and what Heyel thought of his mate was no concern of Isola's, surely.

"Your offer is one I certainly cannot deny. You must not fear thievery nor assault from any wolf of Glorall, though I must extend, perhaps, another request of you."

He paused, tilting his head and arcing a brow as he awaited an acknowledgement before he continued. He had promised Rogue a request and yet, now was not the right time to test such a boundary - it required time to hone a trust that would give her what she desired. For now, he had something else in mind, and something he hoped would better their quest for, well, bettering their own pack.

"Would you care for our pack's children to meet some day, perhaps? It would be best, I think, for them to begin friendships so that our own might grow along side it. Perhaps such meetings could take place in the free lands if you would so desire."

Perhaps, in time, both packs would be able to teach the children more and more but what he said was impossible to question, no? If they all strove for relative peace, then their children would best prepare to shed the weight of the past.

T E S S E R A C T
[ soul of caligula ]