The monochromatic boy had been on a late night stroll when the sounds of a fight broke out. He had watched, he had seen, and he had known his home in Glorall was no longer the home he had started pursuing his dream in. The moment Tesseract had ran, the boy immediately went in search of his sister. First thing he had frantically looked along the border should she try to flee without him, but there was no sign of her. He wouldn't leave Glorall until she was with him, only then did he think to look at her den. Though she made startled yelp when he entered, he breathed a sigh of relief that he was able to find her. Only took a moment for her regain herself and she comes running up to him to press her into his fur. He returned her affections by nuzzling her cheek, for now she was truly all he had. At that moment he planned to return to Glorall occasionally should any of their siblings or mother return, to give tell them what has happened and let them know that he and Myra are safe, what they do is their decision to make.

She had followed him quickly out of the overtaken pack, not straying from his side. He knew she'd be homesick at first, but to stay was to gamble with her life and that was something he wasn't willing to loose. There were times that perhaps she manages to stay a little too close, almost managing to trip him on numerous occasions, not that he complained. It was a more solid proof that she'd stay with him until they got to the mountain. If the invaders ever left he'd let her decide where to go, after all by that time hopefully she'd be at least able to understand him if not or possibly speaking herself.
'The mountain must seem huge to her, after growing up in the sand dunes of Glorall; it seem bigger than I remember that's for sure.' He thought approaching Spirane with side glance to Myra. She looked at him obviously nervous to say the least, her eyes asking an unspoken question. He could feel her watching him; he knows that by being nervous isn't helping her feel any more at ease. But there isn't much he does about it with his mind skipping from scenario to another; both good and bad.

As his call ended Myra, decided that it was best to hide beneath him. He did his best to comfort her, but it was hard for him since verbally explaining it was out of the question. She cuddled against his chest, in response he lowered his head to rest his chin against her, letting her know that her affection was well received. It wasn't long after his call that the female came, emerging from foothills of the mountain. He brought his head up thankful for the quick response, for even he was unsure how long he would have actually waited in his tense mindset. It had been a while since he'd seen her, Daenerys, and he hadn't necessarily seen her at the best of times. It had been a long time ago and he had been young, he wasn't quite sure if it was Daenerys that he was now looking at. She approach them cautiously, leaving a space between them and her, for this he was thankful knowing Myra was scared and he wasn't in the best of shape either. Though she seemed relaxed her tail was held high, telling him that she was the alpha here. He shifted his weight slightly from one paw to the other, not sure what exactly he'd say.

For a moment he was a bit tongue tied, only able to nod in greeting and respect to older female. The boy took a deep shaky breath in an attempt to steel his nerves, as the mountain queen spoke. Only after she confirmed herself farther as Daenerys, he begins to speak. "Then I am truly sorry to be the one to deliver such news; Tesseract has fallen from his leadership of Glorall. My sister is deaf and has yet to learn to speak. I have brought her the only place I could think of to go, which is what brings us before you this day." His words wavering as he spoke. "Spirane is where I was born, and I hope it'll be our home once again. Even you wish not to take me, please take my sister. Her safety is all that matters to me right now. Though our fathers are different, our mother went by the name of Snowshoe." There may have been a note begging entering his voice, but to be honest he didn't really care; for Myra he'd gladly throw away his pride.