Sorcha relaxed beside the stream as if it was precisely where she belonged, and her comfort in her new home was such that I knew she had found the right place for her. I remained sitting, loathe to get too comfortable, for I was sure that I could easily waste away many a day conversing with this shewolf. The ease of our freshly founded friendship was so refreshing, and I knew in my heart that we would meet again once duty pulled me away from Spirane. Already I had been gone longer than I anticipated, and with spring a matter of weeks away I knew that I could spend no more than an afternoon here in Sorcha’s company.

She mentions how Diveen reminds her of her old home, and a desire to one day visit. The smile that touched my features broadened slightly, and tail continuing to wave back and forth through the snow. As close as Spirane and Diveen’s founding families were, there would be no question of whether or not she was welcome to visit. Our two packs had always been accommodating of one another, and such would continue to be the case now. As I suspected, her interest was piqued as I spoke of the angels that inhabited my homeland. “It is rumored that your Queen’s advisor, Pan, knows much and more about the lineage of the old families of Moladion. Perhaps he could enlighten you to the basics, and someday when you come to visit Diveen I can try my own hand at storytelling to fill in the juicier of details..” I winked at her then, a most friendly of gestures, jovial in her company.

For a moment she was given to muse over the information that she might be able to share with me. There were of course a few things I had heard tell of, Daenerys’ giving birth to the next generation of Boneclaw’s descendants, and how up until recently the mountain had held alliances with every pack in Moladion. But it was the subject which Sorcha chose that actually got the wheels in my mind turning. The future of our packs and of Moladion itself depended upon the next generation. It is so strange, to speak of puppies and new life when I had only just come from Taviora, where I dreaded that the end of my mother’s life was nigh.

Her rank amongst her pack mates was rather unique, and I thought that perhaps that fine detail could be the pinnacle upon which my slowly forming advisement spun. I was unsure just how many new pups would grace Diveen come spring, but there were a number of upcoming yearlings who I suspected might still be enthralled with tales of heroes from beyond Moladion’s borders. If she could enrapture the children of one prominent bloodline, what was to say she could not do the same for those in Diveen? “When the snow has melted away and the trip to Diveen is not so harried, perhaps I could call upon your skills as a raconteur?” It was a simple request, of course, but if things came together as I hoped they would, her part in all this might be more important than she could possibly realize.