I must admit that I do not feel such as uneasy as before when I had traveled to other pack lands. He seemed quite nice and pleasant with my presence. Though I cannot help but notice the hesitancy in his eyes and the way he pauses before he speaks. I guess maybe I cannot help overcome the negative stereotype that comes to Iromar wolves, but perhaps one day I could. The idea that we are a Demonic pack is going to come to a close, because there are lesser demons in the ranks, and the ones that held that position were not as bad as the older ones. Andras was truly the last Demon to me and just because he had sired a few does not make all his children Demons, because I have yet to see them at all. They do not come and now with their Father not Alpha anymore they dare to come out of the word work. I am sure they are upset neither one of them was given the ability to be Alpha, but really, they do not deserve it. Just like they do not deserve the highest ranks. I’ve been working my tail off to learn and understand to bring Iromar out of the gloomy shadows and into the light. While the Alpha speaks to me I cannot help but have my crimson banner sway side to side in a delighted manner, he had approved of my request. I am however, not surprised that he would have no knowledge with the changing of ranks and so I think it is wise I mention it to him. Politely my raspy soft voice tumbles out of my maw.

“Thank you for your apologizes I will pass them along to Andras. However, I want you to know that we have a new Alpha, Lady Aithne. Shall we agree to the terms of the status quo between our packs now that we have a new Alpha?”

His request of brining a warrior does not phase me at all. I am not at all surprised by his request. It seems reasonable I think. After all we do not have a great reputation, but that is why I am asking for his young to come. To unshed ourselves from the darkness and show to others that their misconception of us was wrong. Nodding my head I do not pause and keep the silence between us long, my effort to show that I am agreeable and not being sneaky.

“I don’t see the harm in bringing one of your warriors along, perhaps two as everyone treks through the bog. Maybe even your head diplomat could come along and we could figure out a way where we can be allies instead of having a truce? That way they can meet our Lady while everyone enjoys themselves. Mind you please let the age of pups be at least a one year of age. Shall we have everyone come during the late Spring, I will be happy to lead everyone and meet with your warriors and whomever else comes along.”

I am hope he does not think bringing two warriors is a sign that he should be worried. Really he must not be. I am only trying to help keep him at ease and show him we can be trustworthy, that I myself can be trustworthy. My bright violet eyes, speckled in ice blue meet his own, as I await his decision.