It is the commotion and smell of blood that so hurriedly brings the stocky golden male from his den, small paws padding swiftly and smoothly atop the rocky ground of his home, strange black eyes narrowed in concern as he searches readily for which of the wolves of Spirane has been harmed. He is no healer though his mind understands many of the concepts of the process and indeed he has always found some sense of fascination within the art of such a thing. The manner in which the body heals an regenerates and the assistance provided by those with an understanding in the art is a truly intriguing process to behold and yet it is not truly so much for the healing he comes today. An attack is, to an extent, a political matter- the delicate interplay of pack relations and public relations all within the banner beneath which he serves so dutifully. If need be he will consult with the warriors, organise the healers and formulate a plan of attack else prepare himself to travel to whichever pack was responsible to discuss the matter of such a thing. In all things he was determined that Spirane would maintain the air of decorum and professionalism he had assisted it in building. With the addition of the wolves of Old Diveen, Spirane had become a true power, a force to be reckoned with and as such Pan had become only further dutiful in his desire to assure the pack maintained it’s social and political standings.

For a moment the gleaming golden male pauses, allowing his gaze to observe the scene before him, cunning mind rapidly gathering, sorting and storing the information that remains available to him, ears pricking forward to capture the words as they are exchanged. Zeus? The name is familiar to him, Pan assured such a name has been spoken before as his overly analytical mind has already begun to distinguish this particular moniker- paws moving forward rapidly now as he does, moving to appear beside his Queen in this moment, eyes drifting from one wolf to the next in rapid succession.

“It is within my understanding that this Zeus was expelled by her Highness Isola from Diveen some months ago as well and as such I am not surprised that this assault has occurred upon her wolves in this manner. The information that I have gathered in my discussion with others has lead me to believe this male is a loner and an aged wolf at that. If it is you desire to strike at this creature Daenerys then I wish to suggest that within the next few days is an ideal time as he is unlikely to have escaped this incident free of wounds himself and he may well be captured or destroyed as you see fit. A lone wolf without pack brings no political retribution and our warriors are of suitable mettle for this task should you desire it, Queen Isola and King Kane have also added trained assassins to our ranks and they too may be of use.”

It is a verbal tirade, spoken in a rush and yet- such is his way, his mind unable to fathom that the minds of others may not desire so much information given with such force. He has never been…..as the others in this regard, his mind forever fascinated with all that occurs around him, seizing and sorting information at an incomparable speed. There is surely only one Pan in all Moladion, what he lacks in emotional sensitive returned tenfold in the brutal honest and consistency of his formulated plans as he shifts ever so closer to Zen and Ceal.

“Do either of you require assistance? I have not trained in the healing arts yet I maintain a working knowledge of wolf anatomy and physiology as well as several years of study in botany and biology and as such I am willing to assist in whatever way my talents may be required in this situation. I find your art fascinating.”

That they may well not understand a word he has said remains to be seen, the male unshakable, calm and assured in each word he offers from his position beside his acknowledged Queen.