I was pleased to finally have the chance to explore a land so very different from my own, even if it is a guided and shorter experience than I would hope. It was a fine thing though, as the leader of the peoples of the mountain seemed keen to my approach, a leader yet one accepting of an individual such as myself. She did lead, her grey form leading my very own, but I sure let my eyes wander to explore the depths of the land of which she ruled. I absorb the height of the mountain, take in the differing scents of the trees, as we go towards the foothills.

I know little yet enough about Spirane. I am not ignorant of any of the packs, but to see things yourself if a whole different thing and experience. I do want to represent Glorall, but I also want to be seen as my own individual, judged for my own merits and abilities. I am not my mother- the wayward woman who left many moons ago, left and came back only to see me and leave again. It was a painful thing, and yet I am not my father either. I still wanted to prove my worth to the pack, and earn my rank among the members of Glorall. I turned my head to look at the leader as I mention what I propose, and she seemed pleased with the idea. I of course notice the wave of her tail at the idea, and in turn it does lead my tail of reds, silvers, and black to give way as well.

My lips pull back into a smile as my ears slip forward into a respectful listening position. I lend her my eyes while she speaks, take in the feminine mask upon her face. It may be compelling to look upon the mountain at this time, but I am also tuned to look upon those who deserve the glance of others. The shores are indeed a good place to play, and I did nod as I verified that I would indeed watch over the play.

"Certainly, I will teach them the ways of the ocean- it is a beautiful, mysterious- yet dangerous thing if you do not respect it," I say, a seriousness in my stunning blue orbs. "A lesson will be first- then play can proceed after. Perhaps come spring, we can gather our youths together, I do think that this late in fall, the waters will be too chilled for young paws. I can return once warmth returns, and lead the young to Glorall. Would this be acceptable?" I ask, holding my gaze as a means to show continued interest.