He had calculated based upon tone and frequency that there was a ninety percent chance that the wolf calling would not only be from Asteria, but also desiring either some form of alliance or else having been sent in a scouting position to deduce the probability of a lasing and beneficial relationship with wolves of the mountain and indeed having extensive knowledge upon such a topic- the gleaming golden male had taken it upon himself to exercise his well deserved rank and attempt some form of initiation of conversation with this visitor. Short though he was, the stocky, muscular creature moved to investigate, the scents that lingered upon the air assuring him of that which he had already predicted through his own hypothesis- that this was, in fact, a wolf of Asteria. It is through his own good source that the male has already become aware of the take over of the fields by Iblis, the long serving ally of the Angels of Diveen and truly Pan is half considered to wonder once more at the brilliance of the Diveen pack, not only was it the largest yet it seemed to have an incredible ability to produce Alphas in turn that afforded immediate ally ship. Their advisor, Pan thinks, would be a wolf well worth meeting and yet for now at least his attention remain entirely invested in the sole benefit of Spirane. Beneath Dany, at last, the pack had finally been given competent leadership and a solid grounding.

Golden paws of copper and tan readily carry the male towards the border line, strange black eyes, so seemingly soulless resting upon the male positioned there as the mountain wolves moves forward, readily observing this creature and finding indeed that his limbs are of an angle the golden wolf is quiet assured is slightly askew. Perhaps it is just the way he is sitting. Such thoughts are pushed into the back of the Hand’s mind for this moment, that ever-cunning brilliance fixated upon the creature before him. Indeed, perhaps he is a little lacking in social graces despite his attempts to mimic Niviaq’s seemingly sociable behaviour and yet for that which he lacks in acceptable societal norms the male is far given to make up form within matters of intelligence- his mind entirely unlike any other as he moves to stand before the would whom had called.

“I am Pan, Hand of the Alphess Daenerys and charged with the political advisement of this pack, having already deduced the reasons behind your visit I am inclined to hear your proposal if you would care to offer it. Also, if you raised you head slightly higher and yet angled your chin slightly lower you would find the notes of your howl given to more vocal promise or in a term your mind my better be given to deduce- you would be louder.”

That he may be considered somewhat arrogant has clearly not crossed his mind, the male truly meaning nothing by his comments, merely seeking to advise the other on how he may better himself and really, who does not want to be better?