I am the most patient creature I know, the gradient of my eyes watching her with all the time to spare as she listens attentively to my words. Throughout our mild conversation, I find myself chuckling several times at her natural mirth and the twinkling I spy in those blue eyes of hers. Particularly when she speaks of her siblings, for the love within her is so evident to me that it brings a permanent smile to my features. To her compliment of my home, regardless of her having not yet seen it close up for herself, I am voicing my agreement as I give a nod of my chocolate skull. "My home is a place most lovely, and after you have rested I will show you to any which peak that will suit your liking." Even while I give her my words, my mind is working to think of where I might go to look next if Spirane does indeed hold nothing for us there. The nearest pack that might be of any help is the forest of Taviora to the north, as it is hardly a mornings walk away.

Amusement returns to me when I mention the river and a bath, for Veilia seems quite eager to clean herself and retain what could only be her usual brilliant snowy white. At last my companion moves from her place to join me, so that we finally are on our way to the mountain. Our path takes us through the slight forest I had first come through, until it is we can hear the subtle sounds of running water. Veilia is a wolf that listens well to words, I can both tell and appreciate this about her. Her response to my telling her of these lands is refreshing, for she is one not born or familiar to Moladion. It is nice, I think, to know others that know of the world outside these borders. In my own travels I have met many a wolf and many a folk with many a different perspective and mind set. I like my new friend the more we speak and travel with one another, and it is when we arrive at the river for her to clean herself that I have my words ready for her. "Moladion is very much a bountiful land- I have seen lands that starve and lands that may hardly scrape by in my travels in my years. We are all lucky to live in such a place as this one."

I watch on with my natural patience as she may cleanse herself of the now dried blood upon her pelt. My words, however, are not quite finished as I have certain thoughts about her family. "I hope that both of your siblings have found happiness here, as most wolves are prone to do, and that no ill will has befallen them." My handsomely beautiful smile is one most warm and kind, and when she is finished with her task I turn to the north and wait for when she is ready to continue. And when we do continue, she asks me of the fire that rained from the sky, to which a certain grimness clutches at my chest and I take perhaps a moment longer than usual to gather my thoughts. It was many years before my time, but my family before me had gone through it and I have heard many stories of what the land once was. Of what the mountain once was before destruction wreaked havoc upon my home. It is with an almost inaudible sigh that I begin my tale for her, the happiness still on my face if only tainted slightly by the grimness of my story.

"Many years before I was born, and before the fire rained down from the sky, my Grandmother and Grandfather were the Alpha's of a land known as Solevion. And Solevion is what my home Spirane remains the remnants of, a great mountain range reduced to what we have now today. Just as those same elders to have ruled in my family perished in the fire. I cherish our mountains but I dream of the time before my time. The fire was more than enough to completely destroy other parts of this land, and even open up deep chasms that none will ever know the depth of." I pause, as I don't wish to overwhelm her and for the fact that we are now quite near to the border of Spirane. And before I continue my tale for her, I'm giving her a glancing wink as I throw my thick neck back and my lyrical voice spills out in a call for a particular brother of mine. Sleekwing I have not seen since my llast arrival home, but on this day I believe he might be able to help us and I would love nothing more than to have him greet me and my new found friend. After my lilting and quite musical voice fades on the wind for him to catch, my words come for Veilia again with a brief explanation of my call in the start.

"My elder brother, Sleekwing, will greet us. He is Castellan to my home- our lead warrior- and if your sister would indeed seek to prove herself in whatever home of her choosing he may be a wolf to know of her whereabouts, should she have found her way to the mountain." Though I wish to and I will continue my story for her, perhaps even with the added words of my brother who knows of the event first hand, I turn my eyes to her in close attention for any words she has to offer or give. At this point, we are atop the border and just like that we are passing, for I know it is only a matter of time before Sleekwing finds us and we may continue our search and our learning, together, as the new found friends and companions we are.