i am the blood of the mountain

The wolf seemed pleased at my arrival, and not in the least bit deterred by my introduction. In fact, he seemed absolutely enthralled with it. The recognition behind his eyes as I spoke of the mountains which Spirane was molded from - Solevion - sees my tail swish back and forth more rapidly than before. I could not help but wonder, was this why he seemed familiar to me, even though I knew we had never met before? My eyes did not deceive me - there was no way he was old enough to have hailed from the lands of Old Moladion themselves. But he clearly knew about the days of old. Eyes of mahogany danced with excitement at the mere possibility that he was somehow connected to the pack of my infamous grandmother.

The words practically topple from his lips as soon as my question was asked, and it seemed as though the anticipation between us seemed to only grow with each passing moment. As his tail waved back and forth mine mimicked the motion, high above my back as my head lifted slightly and jutted forward in expectation. So strange, for two wolves who had never met before to greet each other almost as if long lost comrades. But there was something here, I could feel it in the very pit of my stomach. The inclination that there was some level of connection between us was gratified as he exulted that I was the reason he was here, that for so long he had heard of Solevion and now he was able to witness the mountains with his very own eyes. But the word he used was what solidified everything for me - home. Never before had he set a paw within the realm of Spirane, but to him this was home.

"Though Solevion is no more, Spirane stands as strongly in her place as ever. Who was it that told you these tales? How do you know of the birthplace of my mother?" I did my best to remain regal as I asked him these questions, but I could not help the note of excitement that pilfered its way into each syllable. Was he some long lost connection to the days of old? Perhaps the child of a wolf who had once known Moonglow or Silvertongue. Mahogany eyes were fixated upon him, so curious about this wolf who knew the stories of old and had come to this place in search of someone like me.

daenerys