There is a twitch to her features - minute, so small and yet, it brings a twitch to my own. A mere pull in the corner of my lip. Jericho? I hadn't a name for her companion and yet, now I do. It is not a name I have heard before and yet, perhaps I shall hear more of it in due time. After all, I am bringing no ill tidings to this encounter. Spirane is a valuable thing in and of itself; its location, its wolves, its knowledge. It is all valuable and I must be smart in order to reap the benefits of being associated with them. Besides, a leader such as herself must be intelligent and capable to maintain leadership over such a place. I do recall so much turmoil in the mountains some years ago; tragedy, some had called it. And so, perhaps it only makes sense to assume there will be parts of her that I will enjoy besides from her position. Already, there is a certain weariness to her that I find captivating. I have no doubt she will ask the right kinds of questions.

"Ahhh," I breathed out as she queried, and my own eyes moved to follow hers so that the territory's interior hovered in my peripherals, "Yes, I am sure you must be curious. It is certainly a place that some might consider an acquired taste."

I pushed a grin into my lips, a knowing one - surely she could understand such a statement; the air was thick with the scent of salt and it clung to the fur in peculiar way. The winds howled in the evenings and birds most loud filled the sky by the sea near constantly. Of all the packs, perhaps Glorall was only challenged by Iromar as far as unusual tastes went.

"There are many oddities here; unusual plants, prey, even the waters. It is... captivating. I saw much to be gained here and sought to bring those that would benefit from it to such a place."

I brought my eyes back to her now, awaiting another one of those little quirks. Was it an answer she had been hoping for? After all, I do not mention the seaside's prior king. He is but an afterthought; a mere ache in a healed muscle. This is about Glorall and I, after all, and if she desires to know how I view him then so be it: but she will need to speak it. I move to continue though, my lips pulling back in a curious grin as a brow rose.

"Healers, for instance, seem to find much use for the land here. Progress for the sake progress, if you will."

Progress and dismiss the old ideals, the old, outdated practices. There is constantly more to be learned. The world is but a monstrous question that requires an answer. This place, perhaps, might be the epicenter to such an answer - even if we must force it out of the very earth.

"Such a thing might be asked of you and the mountains, Daenerys."

It is an implied question, and yet, I do not mind if she does not answer. It is an observation in itself. Still, I can only hope that the glisten of query in my eyes eludes to answer - had it all been about her family or was there something else there? What kept her so firmly rooted into the mountain?