It is his lack of limb length, he is assured, that results in this less than desirable speed as he moves to cross the mountain, heading for the call that had reached his ears, each golden paw moving with determination upon the earth. Perhaps, were he to calculate his trajectory and average his speed upon mountains ground he could discover an entirely new method of movement to further maximise his speed upon an uneven surface. He is so entirely taken with the idea of this new hypothesis that he is near given to wander past the group of gathered wolves entirely, strange dark eyes seeming to notice the gathered council within the last moments as the gleaming golden male halts himself, rapidly searching amongst the faces of those gathered for the one he seeks, lips pulled into a devastating grin at the sight of the female he had once travelled beside for so very long.

“Everchime!”

He moves to wander forward on short limbs, stocky, powerful frame moving with immense muscle as he moves towards her now, eyes lingering briefly upon those whom carry the scent of Taviora. It is with clear interest that those coal black gems rest upon Solaris, the white and red male an astounding thing to is mind. After all, he has long held fascination with the Angel race, studied them extensively, made a point to learn all an outsider can of their history and bloodline, his thrist for knowledge assuring he possess a working understanding of near all the dominant bloodlines within Moladion and as such, his desire to know of the most dominant one has assured a continued interst in the wolves of Diveen, a land he had visited once with Everchime herself. How odd, to find an Angel outside of Diveen, his pelt bathed in the scent of Taviora, as is Ever’s and the heavyset dark girl touched with gold. His desire to question them is a near overwhelming thing and yet with his Alpha and Lavender present, the wolfess charged with securing an alliance with Taviora he manages to restrain himself- despite clearly having an opinion on such things, the manner of alliance so very important he hardly understands why someone so inexperienced as Lavander should be given the task and yet, if Dany desires it, so be it- head nodded in greeting to each wolf in turn before it is he reaches for Everchime, pressing his muzzle into her cheek in greeting.

“I have quite been given to miss your company these past months, tell me, have you settled within Taviora? I am entirely assured it is the scent of the forests I detect upon you, would you be at all interested in providing a description of your pack land for myself? I find I would quite like to consider mapping it for scholarly purposes.”

Perhaps Ever will be relieved to see Pan has changed little in so many years.