It is with some level of optimism that the golden boy wanders towards the newest Alpha’s den, some part of him desiring to believe that perhaps the mountain will have finally found a leader capable of holding it, her blood would suggest as much and yet he is not given to have truly researched the leadership capabilities in regards to genetic inheritance. If the Angels of Diveen however, are to be taken as an example of genetic predisposition to leadership then perhaps such a hypothesis holds some value. Truly, by the same suggestion however, he himself should be given to stand above so many others, Trenus having belonged to his family, he the last surviving heir to a time before Angels and indeed perhaps it is this very Alpha blood that sees the boy discontent with anything less then the high ranking position he assures he deserves. He is born of Alphas, raised by Alphas, assisted them for the entirety of his life and as such refuses to be passed over. He enjoys the challenge of politics, his clever mind refusing any longer to be wasted with idle tasks, having completed within mere days those tasks Purge had set to him, even having taken the time to hunt with Natu and assure the support for his position amongst the pack. That this newest Alpha may finally provide him with the title he believes is his own is a promising thing. Lavender, perhaps, possess something off a metaphorical speed bump and yet really he is inclined to believe her little more than that. It is not her fault of course, she is a meek creature though, not holding the ability of blood and mind an advisor should have. His attempt at diplomacy however, assures such thoughts are kept to himself.

Golden limbs move to carry the boy higher and higher still, short and yet powerful form rippling with muscle, the male easily within his prime years, the birth of his children assuring him he has done as nature demands and offered his genetic contribution to the world with the most genetically suitable match available and indeed perhaps this adds to his high spirits this day as he gleams and glows within the sun, strange black eyes falling at last upon the den of Daenerys, her scent thick within the air, assuring him she is within as he moves to seat himself outside, determined to give her the opportunity to notice him before he sees fit to summon her. After all, an alpha should be aware at all times should they not? Pan content to test her as much as she surely sees fit to test him, eyes falling upon her emerging form as one leg folds upwards, the boy offering the sweeping bow of greeting he has held since childhood, a gorgeous grin upon his features as he regards her.

“You wished to discuss pack matters with me I believe? If you tell me the specific information you require I shall provide a specific answer, as it is, we should have this discussion immediately. My studies have shown that the female possess a far more active mind within the early hours of the morning and as such your mental capacity will be increased within these moments and more capable of absorbing and processing new information.”

Clearly this is an excellent reason to hold this discussion now, or so Pan believes, coal black eyes resting against her once more, his willingness to work, to share his knowledge is surely clear in these moments, his mind simply thirsting for such things, thriving upon a need to work, to be useful, to have a purpose, the boy far, far more intelligent then so many whom have come before him, his memory exceptional, his ability to absorb information equally so, willing to offer this new Alphess that which he knows, his desire to please perhaps one of his more redeeming qualities.