So peculiar does the female seem, so different and apart from any Demon Cae has evern known or seen, and still he wonders why it is that she lives within the swamps. Why would a wolf want to be associated with what all the rest of Moladion considers a dangerous plague? The pale wolf of the Mountain is not one such a folk, for he sees with eyes unclouded by hate; but his mind still wonders at it. What has she found here, if anything at all, that has kept her here? Perhaps one day she might let him know.

But for now, their business was at hand and she was most pleasant in her words she gave him. She was honest in the fact that she was not certain if any wolves were too keen on his particular goal, though a few she mentioned, herself included, were enough to give him hope. Two wolves were better than none, so with a slight dip of his handsome skull he's giving his own consent. "Then I would be happy to invite you and Raven to Spirane for this gathering- and any other wolf you think might find such a thing suitable for them." Perhaps it was indeed rather dangerous to have such an open invite between the swamps and the mountains, but they were allies after all, and though it wasn't garunteed a mountain wolf would have complete safety in the swamps, it was garunteed that a swamp wolf would have complete safety in the mountains. If he had to, Cae would see to that himself.

And now that their business was over, now would be the time for socializing- but upon second thought, Cae knows there will be plenty of speaking going on in the gathering soon to come. He would share all with Aithne that she wished to know, then. "Thank you, Aithne, for allowing me in Iromar and speaking with me. You are kind." It was no compliment truly. If anything, it was just a simple statement- that a wolf living within Iromar was kind and just. It was an interesting thing to behold, and though he had it half in mind to stay and ask, he knew the Mountain beckoned him home. "I think it best to have this gathering mid to late Spring- so that any Mothers or early Spring born pups can attend. I can't say they will, I know how wolves see the swamps, but as it is all Spirane wolves are welcome. Though that goes for Iromar Mothers as well." His last few sentences are spoken with a subtle and gentle smile upon his features- he was truly enjoying his time with this strange dark wolf, and to him it seemed almost as if he were talking more than usual to make himself stay longer. And yet his next words betrayed those thoughts, for it is him taking his leave at last. "I thank you again, Aithne, but it is now time for me to return to the Mountain. I shall tell you my tale when it is we meet again."

In subtle friendship, the younger male is pressing his dark nose briefly against the females own dark one- even if she did not approve or allow, he would try, before it was he turned on heel and made his way back to the towering magnificence in the distance. The swamps and moors were not terrible, but they brought back memories of a life long since gone, and it was time for the Knight of the Mountain to return to his home and the fresh air.