It was not that he did not think the girl capable- on the contrary, he was sure as rain she could come to his spot if she so wished it. It was more so that he had no interest in allowing her to injure herself, and so when the younger girl did indeed start forward, it was only natural for Cae to be at least a little bit tense. Mismatched eyes do not leave her fourm for a moment, his gaze unwavering in his diligence. The girl might not have ever been in true peril danger, but a wolf could never be too careful, something that he had learned in his years as a loner. There is a precarious moment where her paw seems to fumble, time standing still and the older male holding his breath, but soon enough she is pulling herself up the last leg to the ledge just beneath his own.

There is a pleasant, satisfied smile upon his features when next she turns to him, though her gaze is rightfully glued mainly to the sight laid out before them. It was a spectacular thing, for the height they were at allowed them to look out all across their home and beyond that, out into the land of Moladion with its forests and fields and rivers and lakes. It was a large, vast place, and the mountains of Spirane held the best vantage point of it all. A wolf residing here could see all, hear all, even perhaps know all. That was where his thoughts had guided themselves, to where his purpose might be within the very inner workings of the pack itself. The young girls attention is on the view and the beauty of it when she introduces herself, naming herself Haven before asking who he was. A gentle dip of his creme, chocolate and russet painted skull is given to the one located below.

"I would be Cae, son of Iblis and Rhae. It is a pleasure, lady Haven." For the scent upon the girls coat, now that she was closer and it was easily detected by the male, held that of the Lady Daenerys, giving way to the fact that the two were related. Of royal blood, it was only right for him to treat her the way he would any Lady. Blame if Father, Iblis, for anything regarding the boys manners and his politeness. It seemed that all males of the smaller mexican wolf's blood were gentleman in themselves, Cae, Lucero, and even young Viserys not falling too far from the tree. And, simply because it would make it easier, pale, creme paws are bringing him down the needed space to her ledge, hoping she would not mind his joining of her perch. She had been the one to approach him, after all, so it was only right for him to in turn approach her.

There is a pleasant silence between them for a few long moments, where mismatched eyes are focused out about the horizon and all the view it had to offer, before it was Cae gave the girl a side long glance. He wondered at the wolves here, of their heritage and their family, and figured the best way to know was to ask and find out. "Who might your parents be, Haven?" He did not know if it was a touchy subject, which it very well could be, for while he knew that the old Alpha's of Spirane had died in tragedy, he did not know and could not know how the children of such a tragedy felt. Only they could tell him, or show him, and whether or not Haven would was purely and simply up to her. Either way, Cae was glad to listen to whatever words she might so graciously offer him.