It was a demanding thing, the call of Niviaq, one his very mind seemed unable to deny, one that saw hit attempts at an aerodynamically sound contraption of leaves and rocks abandoned for another time as he moved away from the shallow stream, short, yet powerful golden form climbing steadily and yet powerfully upward in an effort to answer the cry of his…companion. Imprint is still not a word he chooses to use, it is a ridiculous and unscientific notion and despite the proof he sees both within her and himself in support of this so called phenomenon he choose entirely to deny it. The very existence of a soul is debatable he is sure. For now however, the need to come to her is oppressive, a need he seeks to eliminate as he hurries forward and up, heading towards the den they share, they air potent with the scent of the Alpha and indeed for some moments Pan is given to hypothesise as to just why the grey female had also been summoned. For a moment the curiosity of his mind is stayed as the Alphess is given to speak, the questions she ask surely akin to that which Pan would have spoken himself and yet for now he remains silent, seeking sight of his significant other, muzzle reaching forward to touch her shoulder momentarily.

He is not, by design, an affectionate creature. In social matters involving emotion he is perhaps an awkward bot to some extent, much of this inherited from his parents and their own carefully guarded relationship, neither Indus nor Justice a truly affectionate couple and yet he had heard his own damn admit that for Indus she felt more love then any of his children. A callous thing perhaps, for a Mother to say and yet to have such united parents had perhaps been a useful thing on its own. Strange dark eyes search for any sign of his newborn children and yet it would seem they have been left within the den some distance way, Niviaq perhaps having desired not to wake them with her call, although really Pan is half given to wonder if it is a good idea to leave the children unattended for even a moment, honestly, Niviaq’s method of parenting is indeed a truly debatable thing. He remains silent (wisely) once more on this however, moving to seat himself to the side of the grey-touched Alphess and before his Niviaq, the scents that linger upon her speaking of mountain and air, of Pandora and Galileo and….another, though his brilliant mind pays it little heed in these moments.

“Did you require my assistance Niviaq? Did you want to talk about expanding our den like I mentioned before? Because truly I think there are some fascinating renovations to be made although why you have summoned Daenerys for such a thing I can hardly ascertain, I do not believe we need planning permission.”

What else could this be about other then den renovations?