He had heard of the change in Diveen- for it is his job to hear of all such things, that cunning, clever, beautiful mind already having assessed and studied the possibilities and political intrigue involved in such things- that glorious golden male situated atop a high standing boulder as the wolves of Diveen begun to make their way into his mountains. Much, so much- had been taken from him at the paws of Angels, for he alone is the true Heir to the fallen Trenus pack- empire of the legend that is Heyel and yet so many do not study history as himself, his story forgotten, trodden upon by the paws of Angels and yet Pan had never sort to promote his desire in this. He had no desire to lead, to command as Alpha, his talents better served in his current position, a position in which appreciated his academia and as the years had passed he had merely allowed the slights of a childhood to fade away. Heyel was to blame for the curse upon his own family- not Isola or her rule and as such Pan finds he holds no emotion other than that of allied kinship for these Angels. After all, perhaps Heyel had been a highly questionable leader, fascinating and yet bordering upon inane Pan is sure- yet his rule and those of his descendants are nothing if not the most perfect example of political brilliance he has ever witnessed and as such there is a thrill at sorts within him at their approach. They are more then mere pack- they are a dynasty, even those whom are not related and yet follow are of incredible intrigue to himself. The most powerful of families in all Moladion, the second oldest save for Queen Daenerys’ own proud bloodline and as such his mind revels in this. The questions to be asked, the events to be studied, the history to be learned and re-written results in a near euphoria of sorts as the golden male at last leaps from his boulder.

His Queen is spotted readily amongst the gathered groups as his own small, yet powerful form moves easily amongst the others to seek her side, his own head and tail lifted high as is his authority- though his ears afforded Daenerys respect as they remain folded back, black eyes falling to Isola and Kane as they embrace before him and he allows himself a bow of sorts, a sweeping, grand gesture before that glorious grin dance upon his lips.

“ Queen Isola, King Kane, perhaps you recall myself, perhaps you do not, though over the years I have visited your Diveen many times. I am Pan- of Indus and Wild Justice- old blood as yourselves, please, when you have the time and you have rested there is much I wish to discuss with you.”

Black eyes move to shift then to rest upon the two younger females with them as an earthen male moves away to seek other family perhaps, his head nodded in turn to each female- Princess’s perhaps, for they hold a look akin to their parents although his work with genetics and appearances is not quite yet finished and as such he offers no further inquiry as to the nature of the girls bloodlines for now as he speaks once more.

“I would be most intrigued at the thought of a discussion with either of your royal highness’ as well, when things have settled, though for now I would be pleased to direct you towards suitable dens. I recommend the high den beside and tall pine for Kane and Isola, the manner by which sunlight and a gentle breeze infiltrates will better facilitate the healing of King Kane’s wounds while the nearby stream will provide easily reached water for sustenance and to prevent dehydration. As for the Princesses I would recommend a den nearby- my studies have shown close contact with family often reduces stress within the body while the work of a healer will further expedite the healing process.”

It is a veritable explosion of words, yet the glorious copper and gold wolf seems oblivious to his own verbal onslaught, his social graces a little….lacking on occasion perhaps and yet his abilities in regards to political science, history and commanding an audience surel remain incomparable as he nods once more, turn again to his own Queen to speak more softly this time, voice loud enough for she alone to hear.

“I surmise that this interaction will take at least another hour of your time, potentially longer based on the average speed of movement of King Kane- when you have seen to your duties here however I would wish to discuss with you at length the position Spirane will take in light of these events and in regards to the change of leadership in Diveen. I do believe already that my mind is assured of the stance that is best for our pack in this already and I desire to engage a discussion with you in regards to it.”