As I approached, my eyes freely roamed his form. Already I had quickly noted his size, appearance, and musculature. But it was his eyes that I found the most intriguing. A stark whiteness filled them, giving no hint of pupil. It was an odd sight to be sure, though rumors flew through Moladion of many strangely adorned wolves. Wolves with eyes of pure pitch black, others with odd markings that gave them resemblance to animals not our own. Moladion was a curious place in that respect, but this world was all I had ever known. Born and raised here, only the introductions of new cultures such as Demons and Angels and the like were the only differences I knew.

Standing before him now, my hackles bristled slightly. He stood boldly upon my lands, but did not relinquish his own carriage of dominance. I did not lift a lip at him, no snarl bubbled forth. But my hackles rose, making me appear larger and laying before him the opportunity to stand down. And then he spoke, and my first impression of him was solidified. He was not pack yet and so I could not demand submission from him, but the arrogance he displayed in his stature was only reiterated in his words. When I was a pup I probably would have rolled my eyes at him, or as a teen I might have arched an eyebrow in disbelief. But now, in my adulthood and reign as Queen, my face remained stoic and unmoving. He claimed himself a god. Personally, I was not one much for gods. I was raised to believe in the power of the spirits that surrounded you, but I had never put a name to the forces. Fate and nature often engaged in a delicate dance, and I found it hard to believe that a god, much less this wolf that stood before me, had anything to do with the storms that sometimes raged.

Furthermore, this Zeus wished to call Spirane his home. From what I could tell, his posture did not speak of his wanting to lower himself. It was my opinion that he thought quite highly of himself; but there was no chance that I would award him a standing high enough in the ranks to warrant such attitude as he carried now. “Zeus.” I repeated. I glanced skyward, noting the calm skies, barely a cloud to be seen as the day waned. Thunder and lightning? I think not. I lowered my eyes once more, speaking with a strength that only a trueborn alpha could command. “I am Daenerys Mountainborn, Queen of Spirane and Protector of the Realm. Pray tell, what is it that you might offer to Spirane that we do not already have?” My eyes bore into his seemingly empty pits, those depthless white windows that reflected nothing. This wolf thought himself a god? Let him prove it.