There was a moment, when he first stepped into the cave and blotted out the sunlight that had streamed in through the opening, when I was unsure if I had had the misfortune of encountering one of the ill-minded wolves of Moladion. I was aware of their presence like any wolf who had grown up in these lands, though for the majority of my life I had avoided encounters with them. Strange, then, that I had somehow ended up becoming a member of the pack who had once been renowned for housing such beasts that were once referred to as demons. With Aithne in charge the tides seemed to be changing, though the pack held wolves of a rather different mentality to those of, say, Glorall when my father had reigned, I believed the pack to have great potential.

The male's tail swung upward and even though the light from behind him silhouetted his form, I could see the way he tensed and moved into a slightly defensive posture. My own tail froze where it was, hanging loosely enough behind me, before I emitted a friendly greeting. It would seem that he was simply just as unsure of me as I was of him, for as soon as he heard my voice his tail dropped once more and mine began to wave back and forth with ease. Out of habit, I offered him my name, the relaxation of his posture reassuring me that - at least for now - he posed no threat to me. His reply came in the form of amicable tones, a simple 'hey' that was accented by the traces of a smile on his features which became far more visible as he angled his body slightly so that his face became illuminated. It was with the dip of his head that it was confirmed in my mind that this wolf who stood before me was not in league with the monstrosities that were known to frequent these darker bits of Moladion.

His next words, and the concern therein, brought a smile to my face. Behind me my tail waved back and forth, the dampness scattering in droplets away from me. A light, good natured laugh escaped from my lips then. "I am fine, sir, thank you; I have only just been for a swim in one of the underground pools." The fortuitous nature of my meeting with Aithne in these caverns three years past inspired me then to perhaps forgo my immediate return home in favor of further conversation with this male. "Would you like me to show you?" My brows rose in interest, hoping that he might agree to such a thing. Either way, neither of us really had anywhere to go at the moment, so I waited for his reply and then turned, moving back down the cavernous tunnel until it gave way to a larger cave. I glanced to my acquaintance, though I still had not learned his name, before turning down another, wider tunnel that lead to the cave that held the pool I had swum within.

I stood before the dark pool, fed by a slight trickle that ran down over the rocks from a slight crack in the ceiling. Over the course of more years than I could hope to count, the constant stream of water had abraded the surface of the stone until the pool that stood before us now had been created. "The forces of nature can create quite interesting things when no one is looking." I mused, glancing out at the pool of water before me, then glancing back at the wolf I had brought here to show these things.