The boy quickly proved himself to be quite the oddity, that much was assured. With his very first choice of words, he caught Tesseract's attention, the male's ears flickering forward as his eyes rested evenly on the golden male's face. It seemed, perhaps, that Daenerys had pulled into question his offer to her, or perhaps the scars of battle left a bitter taste in her mouth. Nonetheless, this Pan had been sent to negotiate terms and he would at least be humored be it that Tesseract knew the answer already. It would be good, he thought, to uncover whatever talent lay within Spirane. It would be good, too, to decide whether or not those that chose to live beneath her rule were to be trusted. How many of them had stayed when the pack was in turmoil? Was that loyalty or mere desire to remain safe? He would not ponder such questions for too long and instead chose to immediately respond to Pan, a brow cocked ever so slightly as the male began to outline the fine details of said alliance.

"But of course, such terms are more than acceptable. We have quite a number of wolves here who would surely do with outside influence in regards to their training, after all."

Riopat would surely like to learn of other regions' plants and whatever else, and for the younger wolves... learning to scout all manners of terrain would be a good skill to have. Of course, Glorall had much to offer though perhaps such information would be best saved for Daenerys herself. When the matter turned quickly to Purge, however, he could not refrain entirely from letting a quiet sigh escape his lips. How unfortunate that the female still held such power to be spoken about so often. Even loners spoke of her, though for what reason he did not know. All he knew of her is that she had done a rather efficient job at maddening a number of packs and still remained at large. A dominant wolf with no home to return to was... quite bothersome.

"Of course. Glorall shall lend its paw to Spirane at such a time, though I would not believe such a time will come soon. Moladions still remembers Iromar's failure, after all. I believe a greater threat would be a quiet infiltration. Would she not send her companions into our homes to seek our weaknesses?"