It was such a good feeling to be Home! The world beyond Moladian had been vast and beautiful, mysterious and savage... and I had learned many things while I was away o my adventure with my older sister Orca. I had a much stronger sense of Self now. About where I came from, and what my Ancestors had stood for. I was so proud of my heritage, of my grandparents who had held one of the longest reigns in Moladian, and the continued legacy held now by my sister Daenerys.

I felt a stronger tether to the land as well, and now I felt the motivation to serve a purpose to my pack, and strive to contribute to the pack and Honor my family. But today, I was simply relishing in the feel of the dirt beneath my paws and the crisp mountain wind kissing my dark cheeks. Though I was born here in Spirane, I have spent very little time upon it's slopes, learning it's peaks and valleys. I was only a weanling when Taliesin had taken Haven and I to Diveen to be raised under the protection of Kane and Isola until my sister could grow strong enough to take back what was rightfully hers. Then shortly there-after I'd left again with Orca. So today, it probably wouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone to know that I had slipped off by myself to simply explore the kingdom on my own. I wanted to know each summit and cliff and valley like the back of my paw.

My dark petticoats stood out against the light dusting of snow that had already powdered the mountainsides. My strangely striped ensemble is said to be a throwback of genetics to my grandfather, ThunderBone. Orca said I was built a lot like him too... with square shoulders and a deep chest. But I had a more regal look to my face like grandmother Boneclaw. It made me happy to hear that. Boneclaw was an idol of sorts I guess. And I dreamed of being great like her one day... though I know I'll never be an Alpha. But that's ok... Greatness comes in many forms. A heard of mountain sheep where scaling a steep incline along one of the steeper slopes of Spirane, edging near one of the pack's borders. My dark violet eyes lingered upon them with keen interest, and I'd had half a mind to try my paw at picking off one of the lambs. But then a howl broke the silence, ringing crisp and clear in the otherwise majestic silence. The sheep, startled by the sound, raced away into the higher elevations of the jagged peaks. I watched them go, but I was not disappointed.

If anything, I felt a stirring of excitement in my veins, cameo tilting towards the source of the sound. It was the call of a visitor, and the voice was one I did not recognize. I could tell they were summoning my sister, but being so close to the border, and being a Princess of Spirane myself, I felt it was my civic duty to heed the call... at least until Dany arrived. After all, I wanted to strive to become something more to the pack, and what better way then to show Dany I was making myself useful?

A spectral arctic sonata bleeds past my lips in answer, before deft paws trot down the mountain towards the border. Soon, amethyst spheres spot movement near the tree-line and I make out the figure of the young male with his exotic coat. I recognize the colors. Black and Blood red, and I came to the conclusion he must be from Iromar. Having spent so much time in the midst of Angels, I had heard many things about the wolves of Iromar. They were said to be Demons, and admittedly, the things I had heard had not all been tasteful. But I was not the kind of wolf to pass judgement so quickly... and this fellow at least did not look like some manner of monster. He didn't look all that hostile either. So I approached, a wary smile tugging at the corners of my lips and my tail giving a welcoming flick as I held it benignly aligned with my flanks.

"Welcome, visitor." sultry chocolate voice offered in salutations. "I'm Idunn. What brings you to Spirane's border this day?"