Ever since Natu had brought word to me about the four wolves from Moladion of Old, I had been debating seeking them out. It would seem that if they did not join Asteraia, they were a group with which an amicable relationship would be favorable. But I had yet to move from my borders in a motion to seek them out. I had thought over the possibilities, but in knowing that Taliesin’s father ran with them, had refrained. I knew the pain he had caused my brother, even though the father had never looked upon the living, breathing son. And to know that my brother felt pain because of him gave me an immediate bitter taste for him.

I was jogging through the north eastern quadrant of the pack lands when the call rose, summoning me for an audience. I easily adjusted my course, descending from the mid-heights of Spirane. Never did I quicken my stride, feeling no haste to greet whoever called upon me this day. As I approached, my eyes fell upon a wolf black of fur, standing idly upon the border. From the distance at which I first spotted him I thought perhaps he was simply a lone wolf come to seek a home or perhaps an envoy from another pack bearing news. As I continued towards him, now in plain sight of him, another wolf approached. She was lighter in color, though her underside was washed in black and noticed the crimson that flecked her fur as I grew closer.

When I was perhaps ten feet from them, I heard the female speak, ‘You’ve almost the same eyes as him,’ in her unique dialect. I wondered who she spoke of. Until I came before them. The female smelled strongly of Taviora, with a brush of distant Diveen and a touch of wilderness. But the male, his scent contained hints of Asteraia mingled with the free lands. My nostrils flared as I thought I detected a hint of Natu’s perfume upon him, and in taking in his cologne there were notes that were far too familiar. Upon meeting his pale forest green eyes, mine of deep mahogany narrowed. “You are Fenrir?” I asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

My tail twitched over my hindquarters, having been lifted in a show of dominance since before the moment I would have become visible to the duo. Ears were attuned upon the wolf of ebony. I stared at him for a moment, wondering what his intent was here. Of course I had told Taliesin of the rumors, that the father who had abandoned him before he was even born had returned to Moladion. The last thing I had expected was to find him upon my borders.

After a long moment of blinkless staring, I turned my gaze upon the female. Clearly they were not together, as she had arrived after Fenrir’s call had risen to the heavens. My eyes softened as they moved to her. “Greetings; I am Daenerys Mountainborn, of the old blood of Solevion, Queen of Spirane and Protector of the Realm,” my eyes slowly moved between the pair as I introduced myself, fluidly moving from a hard stare to a soft gaze as I looked upon male and female in turn. “What business do you bring to my borders this evening?”