It is not odd for her to be so wary of him, distrust as instinctual to their species as anything. To find someone not of the pack so deep within its borders without prior knowledge of their right to be here was merely the logical conclusion for her to come to. Being the daughter of the alpha her concern for the possible trespassing is tenfold, having watched her mother confront such wayward wanders before. This is not the time for niceties and glad handing as she might if they were by the borders. Her mahogany eyes narrow, a look she had picked up directly from her matron as her questions hang in the air, her tail flicking in consternation. Her head tilts as he speaks, small ears flicking forward to catch his words. Her suspicion is still thinly veiled though she nods in appreciation of his greeting. His words indicate that he has spoken with someone in regards to their pack infrastructure, though it did not validate his claim to have spoken with her mother. Anyone could possibly have given him as much in passing.

She weighs his words still as he answers her question, this amount of distrust odd perhaps for one so young but she had been sheltered up until recently and the foreign was more often than not dangerous in such situation. “My mother is not one to allow strangers such unprecedented access to the heart of the mountains,” She says slowly, measuring her words but they still sound a touch snippy as a child is ought to do. His invitation to call Daenerys to them the only thing that gave him an inch of trustworthiness so far in her mind and with that she decided to put his story to the test. “But as you need to speak with her anyway I will request that she join us,” her head nodding at her own decision, deeming it a wise one and something any leader would agree with.

Her slender head tilts back, black lips pulling together until her voice fills the space around them and carries over the mountains. The voice is as beautiful as she is, like moonlight over the water and when mixed in with the songs of the rest of her family a gorgeous symphony is created, yet on its own is something to behold as well. The melody is high and musical, wavering and building upon itself as she calls to her mother. Finally the notes fade out, moon-rimmed eyes opening to look at him again searching for any signs of unease at the fact that his story would be called in to question. She sits, her thin haunches lowering to the cold ground and wrapping her long, silken tail about her small feet before speaking again. “What interests have you in Spirane? I am intrigued at what she saw that she would so quickly content to offer the post of Spider to a stranger.”

Despite her beauty and her tendency to be as shallow as the puddles that formed on the mountainous paths there is a shrewdness in her being that surfaces from time to time. Still she regards him on edge, prepared to move if he should prove untrustworthy. This was her home, after all.