He had been pleased with the turn of spring, spending the first morning of warmth wrapped in his mate as the sun rose above them. They had spent many springs like this, but he was feeling particularly amiable this day. They had, after all, been having a good run as far as their pack went. Things were beginning to flourish and finally, he was feeling like he had lived up to his own expectations. He had finally provided for Caligula. He, at times, doubted their were any other males who would do as much as he had done for their mates. He had scarified flesh and blood, time and wisdom and now, it was starting to show. He sighed a breath of relief as he lay his head against her shoulder, roused only by a summons that cut the salted air. He rolled then to his paws, shooting her a questioning look before rising from the den. If she wished, she could come otherwise, he had always been content enough doing business. He just wished for Caligula to be comfortable.

He jogged through the sparse wood lands, his tail arched proudly over his back as he danced across the sand and dirt. With spring came sea side flowers, splashes of colour beneath a growing canopy of green. Spring truly was the most beautiful of seasons, a fact he further confirmed as he headed towards the outermost borders. Every pack's territory had its merits, but he doubted any other had so many as Glorall. He had been fortunate to have taken such a place, a thought that caused his lips to twist into a small smile of satisfaction. Perhaps the call meant having to leave his mate but it also gave him this opportunity and for that he was thankful.

Eventually, he spotted his summoner, a petite female of black and white. Surrounding her, three children - one he recognised for certain, the by now grown somewhat but always the same. Sciathàn, had it not been? He noted this, putting two and two together as best as he could. If he remembered correctly, the boy had been the prior Queen's own child which surely meant he was in the presence of Snowshoe, no? With that in mind, he came to a halt before them, glancing between the four of them before settling his gaze on the woman. He dipped his skull momentarily in a silent greeting, offering them a pleasant grin as he moved to speak.

"A fine day for company, is it not? You must be Snowshoe. I recognise your son, Sciathàn, whom had traveled here with the woman, Lavender. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

He had heard whispers of the mountain once more, tales of more unrest within its ranks and he could not help but wonder if Snowshoe still retained the crown. It seemed she might not have, judging by the uncertainty in her children and perhaps even herself. Still, he would make no assumptions and until he was certain, he would remain composed and level, allowing her the respect any visiting Queen or King might receive.

"What is it that brings you to Glorall this day?"

He inquired then, his head tilting slowly in query as he settled on his paws. This had certainly been worth taking his leave from his mate.