Haziel has been elusive of late, though it has done little to mar my...fondness for him. He had provided useful information and showed promise despite his physical failings, and I had become curious as to what other skills he would be able to provide. Still, his elusiveness was not innately a bother for the time being. In time, I know very well that either of us will seek the other out and until such a time, I am content to wait. Just as I have waited for those of the other packs to come to Glorall seeking arrangements and bearing news. The male that had taken Diveen had called for me and yet, he had departed the position soon after and so, a new name had risen in his steed. I intend to make no such move towards Diveen, however. Their current situation lends little to the imagination. Spirane, on the other side, is a peculiar thing indeed.

I cannot say I know all that much regarding the mountain pack. I eagerly wait, however, for their queen - she had meant to come sooner and yet, I understand in some way that things can... occur. Her pack had been the one that much of Diveen had sought after following Isola and Kane's departure, after all. Not to mention, I have no doubt she will be dealing with the consequences of Solaris' - and by extension, my own - actions. For that reason, too, I cannot help but feel a ripple of interest as her cry resonates across the territory. I am curious to learn of not only she, but her pack too and their situation in regards to the events that have transpired. Change can be quite becoming. But it can also begin to destroy things from within.

It does not take me long to respond with my own call - a sharp, sudden thing to inform her that I have, indeed, heard her request. It will take me some time, however, to pass through the mainland of the pack. She has come from the shoreline, or at least nearby, and yet I have been situated often near the northern borders recently. Asteraia has, after all, changed its leadership and as such, I must remain weary of their intentions.

I make my way across the territory readily enough. I take to the dunes rather than the sand, allowing myself to approach directly. At least here, the waves do not crash so loudly, muffled slightly by the towers of sand and weeds that separate the mainland from the ocean. When I discover her there on the border, I am quick to assess her condition. She appears in suitable health and carries no obvious... hesitance. It is a good thing. It seems Solaris has been smart enough to ensure his family remains none the wiser, particularly when they remain under the protection of Moladion's largest pack. I dismiss such thoughts, however, and remain as passive as ever on the exterior. I even give my tail a singular wave of greeting, a direct effort to appear more approachable. After all, there are few wolves that I would be interested in creating any kind of alliance or truce with, and this woman is one of them.

"Daenerys," I address her simply, coming to a standstill several short feet away from her. I offer her a stout nod of my muzzle, finding her eyes with my own. "It is... nice to finally meet you. It is unfortunate, however, that Haziel will not be able to join us today."

I do no think I need to say anymore. It will be interesting, I think, to see her response to such a thing; be it in her words or in her expression (a thing I keenly watch, of course.) After all, she is alone and as am I. With the recent changes throughout Moladion, I am curious as to whether any part of her is nervous about such a thing. It cannot be helped. Moladion is a place that seldom reacts as expected.