Singing the song that's inside us all.

I listen attentively as she answers my queries with patience. As she did, I calm my own inner child and rest my haunches before her as she goes on with the explaining. Each wolf she names plays a big roll in Spirane, which give me a bit of inspiration. Eventually I'd like to become something for Spirane, or even for myself. Still, I don't have much skill, except that I'm fast, but I'm sure I fit into something around here besides being sunshine. Unless my bright and pure spirit is what lifts the others the most, I could possibly make something of it. I am still new to the pack, though, so there is no need to rush into any roll for now.

I smile broadly, as I notice that she hints of enjoying my company so, and my banner wildly thumps against the ground, sending dust flying and swirling around my legs.
"I'm just hoping that the others will accept me as well as you have..." I mumbled, and then my tail slows progressively at the thought. Ember jewels downcast a mere moment before meeting Dany's gaze once more. "Either way..." I add, "I'll be more than happy to meet the others."
The expression on my face brightens once more, one ear falls and relaxes out from my crown, while the other rotates and perks forward. I'd always been one to have that dopy lopsided look, but many others from my last home found it adorable. I on the other paw, whether it be a habit or not, could not stand that my ears would always do so. But, I'll have to admit... It does add to my character a little more than usual.

I watch as the mountain queen arose with her gesture following. I did as thoughtfully asked, quickly standing and bounding behind her. I didn't realize it until the two of us climbed the winding path, but my ears were beginning to feel odd and I felt a slight pressure on my chest. I wasn't born a mountain wolf, so I new exactly what it was once I figured it out. Still, it's something that will take some getting used to, even if I have to inch my way up and build myself into the mountain wolf I now claim to be. Not by blood of course, but now by home. Once we had reached the last climb, my pace slows as Dany jogs up to a den just at the top of the mountain. I caught the sight, den included, and my jaw drops in amazement.

I had made my way to Dany's side in awe, taking in what she had to say, as well as the view beyond. It is different, something I'd yet to experience before. But now that I'm standing here, gazing down upon the land of Moladion, I can't help but feel a ball of pride swelling in my chest. The wolves who've lived here long before myself have been calling this place home, for most, it's been all of their lives. I had just arrived not long ago, and now I stand here atop the mountain, gazing down and seeing that this land is more than just a home... It is hope, and a place where others find beauty, whether it be themselves, others, or in all things that nature offers. Not only that, but there are memories here, painted within the mud of the ground, or the walls of the ledges; memories that I can't even imagine, and have yet to make of my own. Staring down upon Moladion, glittered with rays of gold from the sun, I see a story unwritten or told, and it made me proud to now call this my home.

"This is spectacular, aesthetic..." the words flow from my maw in near murmurs, also I was thinking aloud as I spoke. I rest my haunches upon the ledge of the den, still looking over the land below for a moment before saying, "Daenerys... You are one lucky wolf." I glance over at the queen happily, a smile grazing my lips with radars and tail twitching with excitement. In all honesty, I any wait to get started, to discover more of Spirane... To find my own den, and preferably with at least a decent view like this one. My friend is lucky to wake up to a view such as this, to catch the beauty of Moladion just as she awakens each day... What wolf wouldn't want that?

If we don't open our eyes we're walking blind.

Attila
four year old female
of spirane
mateless, imprintless