Everything about her was so welcoming, and I thought that perhaps I could not have stumbled across a better wolf with whom to spend the afternoon. Deep down some part of me had wanted to stay in Taviora until spring, to ensure my mother made it through the harshest months of the year. It was what had kept me there longer than I’d planned in the first place, but now I had moved on a Sorcha was precisely the type of wolf that helped me to keep my mind off of worrying about the welfare of my family, at least for the moment. I could focus instead on the task at hand, to learn more about Spirane and to garner information that could benefit my Queen. Sorcha introduced herself as Bard of the mountain, a position I was unfamiliar with but assumed was rather self explanatory. She must have been some sort of storyteller, and the thought sparked an idea in my mind. One that I would store away for future contemplations.

“It would be my pleasure,” I responded as my tail continued to float effortlessly behind me in a way that expressed my true happiness in her company. For the first time in my life I crossed into the pack lands belonging to the family that was as old as my own. I could not help but cast my gaze upwards at the snow capped peaks, amazed by just how high they crested. But my eyes lingered upon them for only a moment before I turned them back upon Sorcha, eager to continue our conversation and learn what had transpired upon the mountains as of late. She was new here, but that did not mean that she would have nothing to share. Surely a storyteller such as herself would see and observe even the smallest things in perhaps a different light than the average pack member.

I walked alongside her towards the stream she had gestured towards. “Diveen lies along the eastern coast of Moladion, though its nigh impossible to reach the shoreline. The land is composed of plateaus and ravines, and the cliffs that face the ocean are rather difficult to safely descend. It is a most stunningly beautiful place,” I said with a smile as we reached the stream. As easily as if we had been friends for far longer than the past few minutes, I sat down, tail brushing through the snow and creating a sweeping pattern behind me. She had shared her position within her pack with me, so I thought that I might do the same for her. “I am Diveen’s Guardian Angel, responsible for protecting the pack and ensuring the well-being of all those who live within the City of Angels.” For a moment I paused, thinking that perhaps for a storyteller who was new to Moladion the story of the angels of Diveen would be one to certainly add to her repertoire. Something for another day, most surely, for I felt the bonds of friendship forming so easily with her. “But it is the Queen’s Advisor that I wish to become, which is what has brought me here today. To demonstrate my ability to fulfill such a duty, she has sent me to visit with our pack’s allies, to learn important tidings which I might bring back to her and her mate and thus advise her if there is action to be taken.” I could hardly imagine there was anything dire to report upon in regards to the mountain, but to know the welfare of Diveen’s oldest ally was certainly important in its own right.