Ah, a new day, and a new place that I get to explore and visit. I have heard of the mountain pack, but never have I been too close to it. I have had little reason at this point. I am so keen on beaches of Glorall and their unmatched beauty, that I have no even considered visiting the mountains. I am given to wonder of what it is like to be at their peaks, to see across the world so large from a point so high in the blue sky. I dare to say that I have seen cloud among their tops. It is a rather curious thing. Do they get to say they have tasted cloud before? I must find out, my mind always craving new knowledge and experiences.

But on this day, my black form touched with reds and silvers is here to prove my worth to my father. I am here to bring good friendships and intentions, to show the Spirane youth a good time. I also plan to perhaps include the new pack of the plains. What better way to all get to know each other, than to have a positive experience with our youth?

I do remain rather...close to Iromar as I travel towards Spirane. Not too close though. There is a strange pull towards that land, like a thread is tied to one my toes and gently it tugs. I do think that I need to know Spirane for the same reason I am tugged to Iromar. They are neighbors, and I want to ensure the Iromar inhabitants are...safe. A rather strange drive, seeing as the common word would be to see if Spirane is safe. Funny how things change over time. My eyes of bright lavender and blue take a look at the land, before I simply move on, past the lowly bogs and towards the higher peaks of Spirane.

I move with confidence and grace as I approach the border. The scent of the leader comes to my nose, and I lower my muzzle to sniff the marking. It is a female who rules Spirane, and I do wonder what she will be like. Will she be fierce like my mother? Hyper like my sister Cersei? I am certain she will be a woman all her own, and I give way to a kind smile on my face as I look at the mountain peek ahead with wonder. I lift my dark head, my muzzle of black and silver giving rise like a peak of its own. I call out to inhabitants, to the leader if she chooses. My tenor voice is well sung, my pitches held and carried beautifully. There is nothing but good intentions in my voice, and when my song fades into the cloud, I simply sit upon my haunches, patiently waiting for a response or someone to greet me.