He has studied the situation from each and every angle. He has created flow charts, mind maps, graphs and even attempted on some level to understand the emotional implications of this Covert…or whatever his name was supposed to be. Surely it wasn’t Covet- what sort of name was that for a male? A distinctly foolish one that seemed to hold no true gender base and the very sort of moniker Pan finds disagreeable. Logically- there was no logic to his challenge. None. Pan’s mind rebelling against the complete lack of order to which Covet’s thoughts seemed to exist and function. Perhaps this Covet was in possession of a mental disability, the sort of which afflicted the mind and filled it with delusions of grandeur or some obsessive need to attempt to pretend he was something other then the utter failure that he clearly was.

History spoke of the last wolf whom had dared to attempt to come against both those of the mountain and Angel families and it would seem this other was a truly poor study of both history and statistics. The information was so clearly in the favour of Daenerys and her victory that Pan is very near of the need to find Covet and inform him of the utter idiocy behind his plans (if only so Moladion can be spared any more of his nonsense). Whomever was acting as his advisor was either the most unintelligent wolf in all Moladion or seemed to have a very interesting idea of Covet’s non-existent capabilities to do….anything other then throw a tantrum like a petulant child in need of a good spanking- the sort of which Dany had surely offered. It simply does not make sense, simply does not add up. There was no true and real reason for his attack on Spirane which, despite Covet’s apparent determination to blame Achilles and Guardian of Diveen- Pan is assured they are not to blame. How petty, foolish and injudicious did a wolf have to be to attempt to challenge a pack because his ‘feelings’ (of which Pan finds have no real important) had been injured?

The idiocy of it all! It is a crime in itself that this wolf should be allowed to keep prattling his deluded ideas, he had done no more, Pan is sure, then further ally Diveen and Spirane against him with the rest of Moladion sure to follow. It is with this utter bewilderment in his mind that the golden creature proceeds to stride forward and into the meeting, weaving in and around those gathered there, offering a nod here and there in an effort to appear personable- before taking himself to Daenerys feet to offer a bow of sorts, strange dark eyes lifting to meet how own now and assure he held her attention.

“I was assured of your victory, I studied the numbers and scientifically there was no way in which you would have seen defeat today. My hypothesis has simply been confirmed in this. I also suggest if you are attempting a feeling of frivolity at this event that someone bring some food. I am content in your leadership and would have been loath to leave it- though I am doubtful I would ever have remained for Covet had it been so- his attempts to rule Diveen by trying to instigate his own breeding program has already assured me he is not sound of mind. I am pleased in your victory.”

It is wordy as always, the words flowing with smooth perfection before Pan simply steps back to wander to her side and seat himself near her side as was his right and rank to do so, golden form aglow in the sun.


(Congrats on winning your battle Castle. You write Dany with such strength!)