Breath beginning to catch, Noel gave his pale figure a rough shake while his sides were still heaving lightly. His heterochromatic gaze left the trees for a moment to glance down to his chest and turn to look over his shoulder at the spiky mess of mud stained and rain washed fur. He was a mess, soaked and absolutely filthy, but it could have been worse. It could have been much worse. The journey he had covered in just two days was typically taken in three. Frankly, it was almost a miracle he hadn’t collapsed a half a day back. There was something to be said for living in high altitudes, at least for the sake of stamina.

But Noel wasn’t concerned with his appearance. He wasn’t here as an ambassador or to speak on behalf of another and, truth be told, he wasn’t one to give much thought to such things. Sure, he liked to be clean - it certainly felt better than being clad in dirt and water - but he also had never been in a circumstance where he might need to impress another. This was really a first time affair for approaching another pack on his own. It was his first time doing anything by himself, really. For once, he was taking some control over his life. It felt... good.

For now.

Amber and split amber-blue eyes resumed their scan of the immediate area, his nerves strung tight with the adrenaline still pumping through his veins from his overtaxing run across Moladion. His chin moved slowly to sweep the trees, freezing with a slight jump to his frame he caught sight of another white form passing through the pines. Noel felt the rhythm of his pulse spike, his breath hitching to quick spurts for a moment as he watched the other make his leisurely approach. He did not like this feeling, like teetering so precariously on the edge of a cliff. So high strung, so tired. His body wanted to quit, and yet it wanted to keep running all the same. His balance was still forward, body rocking slightly as he fought to stand straight. But his muscles were trying to limit his choices to two: keep running or fall over.

Noel swallowed thickly and tried to calm the cadence of his heart with a slow, deep breath as the wolf of Diveen stopped in front of him. Thought rushed forward, a sudden urgency to communicate taking over. What he wanted, what he was here for - Why. How. Who. He was never the best with conversation, and yet he had never needed to choose the right words as much as this one moment. The boy’s mismatched eyes met that of the large, white male, searching the cool violet gaze for some sign of what to do, what was expected of him. Submit? Speak? - What?

The raised brow told him something was expected, or that he wasn’t meeting this wolf’s expectations at the very least. Both notions were a bit off-putting, but Noel couldn’t let himself flounder. Not right now. Not after running for almost two days straight just to get here and do this one thing.

The boy’s ears perked higher at the other wolf’s words, his eyes blinking quickly as vague recognition set in. He had met this wolf before, but whe-- It clicked. This male had been there the day Rhoedias and Everchime had escorted he and the other Glorall puppies to Diveen. It was a dim shimmer of a memory but, if he could recall, this male had been the only Diveen guardian present that day. His name - Noel couldn’t recall. Had it even been said? That would have been helpful...

Before he could answer, the Diveen wolf spoke again. Had they met? Most definitely, considering they apparently both had memories of the other. But Noel had to agree; it really didn’t matter. He wasn’t here on matters of the past, but to pursue his future. The second half of the other male’s words came as a bit of a diatribe, however, causing the younger wolf’s brow to knit in mild curiosity. He wasn’t sure what had caused the soft threat and slight chip, but... it didn’t matter. His expression quickly cleared back to a tense neutral, his gaze unbreaking on the violet stare set upon him. The wolf wanted to know why he was here, and Noel wasn’t about to waste his time.

”I am Noel,” he spoke with a natural calm in his youthful tone, pausing only to allow the last of his uneven breaths to pass as his chest settled into a more natural rhythm. ”And I am here to ask if Diveen will train me so that I can take back Spirane from Purge. I am willing to put myself in Diveen's service as exchange.”

Straight to the point; Noel wasn’t one to waste his breath. He could care for himself - he had been caring for himself - and he wasn’t asking for anything more or less than exactly what he had said. The boy’s white banner lowered to rest easily at his heels, a clear sign of resignation before the other male while still maintaining his strong composure. He did not know if this wolf could speak for Isola, the only wolf in Diveen he could name by recognition of her position as alpha, but he supposed clarity would come with time. For now, he would take the audience he had been granted and worry about the finer details later.