Its for a wolf who Daenerys trusts to be the master of information and thievery; your mother would have been responsible for learning news about Moladion that was not common knowledge, and bringing it back to my mother. And also helping to make sure no other packs stole from us." Viserion had memorized every rank in the realm's hierarchy and their duties and responsibilities, from the stewards to the high council. His mother had taught him that every wolf in a pack must play their part to contribute to the whole, and he thought that he knew where he would start when given the opportunity. He would become a seneschal and learn how to better ensure the contentedness of the pack as a whole. Perhaps, if he was willing, Pan would take him on as his student and Viserion would have a secondary mentor (other than his mother, of course).

Though his thoughts had been consumed with the intricacies of the inner workings of the pack, it took only a flash of white off to his side to completely derail his thoughts. Quickly he moved to the water's edge, golden eyes searching for whatever was just below the surface. He didn't want Arthfael to think he was making things up, after all. Had he simply been seeing things? No, he hadn't. The fish surfaced once more and even though he was only visible for a fleeting moment before disappearing back into the dark waters it was enough for both boys to get a solid look at him. Once he was gone again Viserion looked to his friend in disbelief, wanting to confirm that they'd both seen the same thing just then. A smile pulled across his features as he saw the excited look mirrored back at him in Arthfael's face. His tail waved back and forth, and rather than try to puzzle out why and how the skin's fish was so translucent he just appreciated the awesomeness of the moment. "I have no idea! We should try to catch him if he comes up again!" Then they could get a proper look at him. Although, Viserion hadn't really considered the fact that he had no idea how to catch a fish, or if Arthfael would be any better at it than him.

Even so he lingered along the bank, tail waving back and forth as he watched the surface of the water again, waiting for him to come back up. Time trickled by slowly and even though Viserion was determined to get another look at the fish his mind began to wander. There were always thoughts to be had and things to puzzle over. For whatever reason his mind reverted to their conversation about their respective mothers. One thought led to another, and suddenly Viserion was contemplating over the issue of his lack of a father. It was a subject that always lingered at the very back of his mind, aware that he was the only of his siblings that actually knew their sire's name. But was a sire a father? Arthfael had spoken of his mother with revere, but what about his father? Did he have a present one, or was Viserion's family not so strange in the lacking of a paternal figure? Maybe it was not exactly the most apropos moment, but as he stared down into the dark waters, waiting for the fish to resurface, the thoughts just flowed to his lips unbidden. "Do you have a father, that's around?" Everyone had a father, obviously, but Viserion just wanted to know if his friend shared more in common with him than they realized at first. And maybe, if Arthfael's dad was around, Viserion could find out from him what it was like to have one.