He is pleased indeed at the attention his daughter is given to pay the set of objects before her, the girl forever having been blessed with an ability to focus and harness her mind in a manner her brother simply had not been. Perhaps he took after his Mother. Of Course, Niviaq was hardly a foolish creature, in fact, she was by the very definition of the fact a rather excellent example of a wolf, her cranial proportions, by his understanding- one of her most exceptional features allowing with the colouring of her fur- a distinct evolutionary advantage and one he himself lacked and had forever been disappointed in. Such is the brilliance of his mind however, that the gleaming golden creature was willing, more then willing truly, to admit his own faults of colour and breeding, assured Niviaq’s addition to his bloodline would act to strengthen his own shortcomings, the children they had produced wholly exceptional in build and structure, Pandora having benefited from the strength of mind her brother lacked and yet further research was surely needed to better understand the matters of inheritance. For now, at least, his skills of late had been targeted wholly towards the pack at large and the political affairs that so required his attention, the male given to thrive upon the challenge of such things- his chosen place in life since the earliest of ages, Spirane the only pack, so far- that had truly made use of him.

He waits, obsidian eyes turned upon his equally dark-eyed daughter as she ponders the problem before her as he has presented it, head tilting slightly, curious perhaps as to the workings of her mind when his own is so often inclined to pull apart each and every piece of information as it is given, a mind wholly inclined to the role he upholds within his pack, a mind kept sharp through the undertaking of such activities- futile as they may seem to others and yet…..Pan simply craves such things, craves such challenges, the man long ago having exhausted others as a source of conversation beyond what was necessary, after all- so few possessed the ability to maintain his level of communication. Fewer still expressed an interest in political affairs. Perhaps, in time, Pandora would consider such things.

“This is correct, I am enjoying your extrapolation so far- continue.”

A hint of a grin teases at his features, head nodded for the girl to continue her work- watching with rapt attention as she moved to position herself down the mountainside, head laying within the dirt as if to assess the rocks he had collected from another angle before her voice saw his ears prick forward once more as she spoke off the surfaces he had already tested his rock collection upon, asking if he had considered the differences in each.

“This is an excellent question Pandora, it pleases me greatly to have you ask such a thing. I have tested these three rocks upon the same path beginning here, near this fallen branch and ending at that boulder below, rolling them as carefully as one can be given to assure they each grace the same surface, I do however think it is a highly valid point to test other surfaces and I have noted this. Excellent work.”

He is not short on praise, it would seem and believing entirely that reward for effort is a significant asset in any training program in the encouragement of a youngsters mind to flourish, his attention captured in that moment by the sudden scent of another, not one familiar and not wholly unfamiliar either. It is instinct however, that sees the male react before his presence of mind, heckles lifted as lips peel back to expose the white fangs beneath as the muscular, powerful frame shifts to place himself between the intruder and his child. Instinct, fatherly instinct- is stronger even then mental capacity in some moments it would seem. Yet- his black eyes take only another moment or so to process what appear before him, lips fallen back over his fangs now as heckles soothe. He remembers this young one, head nodded by way of greeting, tail waved in a momentary display of truce and welcome as he seats himself once more.

“Ah, you.”

It is both greeting and statement all at once, Pan pleased perhaps, to see the boy once more though no scent of the Alphess yet graced his pelt. Even so, they are close to the borders, not nearly far enough within the pack to warrant concern and as such Pan is not object to his males company in these moments.

“Pandora, this is an acquaintance of mine- he is considering Spirane for his future home. This my daughter, Pandora.”

The boy had not offered a name upon their last encounter and as such Pan does not search for one, names after all, were trivial in the grand scheme of things, a politeness and little else.

“You may join as if you are so inclined, perhaps you would enjoy testing your own mind a little. Perhaps you can answer the question. Which of these rocks will reach the bottom first if I were to roll them all down this small incline. The square, the oval or this round one?”

He pauses, tail flicked against Pandora in an effort to quiet her and allow the boy to consider it for himself, a grin of sorts lacing the golden male’s lips.

“It is a task designed to teach that there is more than one answer to any problem and more then one way to look at any task, simply tell me what you think and why you think it.”

His head simply nodded, encouraging now, curious as to whether the boy would see merely rocks- or the bigger picture that existed from something so seemingly simple.