i am the blood of the mountain

Black rimmed ears twitched at the sound of a bark nearby as I jogged through the lowlands of my home. The voice immediately registered as unfamiliar, but beyond that there was also the realization that not only one wolf approached the outskirts of my home land - the pitter patter of a multitude of paws told me whoever the voice belonged to had come with company. Long, lean limbs stretched out into a gentle lope that angled out from the foothills towards the boundaries of the mountain pack. Approaching the small congregation of wolves, my banner flagged over my back as mahogany eyes flitted over each individual in turn. Three were undoubtedly children, around the same age as my eldest litter if my estimation was correct. They circled around the pale golden she wolf with the exuberance of youth, while the obvious matriarch of gathering sat with a quiet patience. Perhaps their grandmother? Or mother. I could not be certain.

My gait broke from a lope to a jog, and downgraded once more as I walked up to the group of wolves, finally coming to a stop with a comfortable distance left between myself and the strangers that hovered along the periphery of Spirane. At this closer range I picked up the first hints of their combined scents, nostrils flaring slightly so as to better acquaint myself with them. The scents of travel were overwhelming, a multitude of foreign entities making up their fragrance. But beneath the strangeness of their alien scents there was something familiar, something that itched at the back of my mind and gave me cause for curiosity. It was an intrigue that would need to wait to be sated.

For now, I focused on what I could easily learn from their presence. Perhaps the easiest way to do this was to introduce myself, and so I gave no further pause before speaking. "Hello," I began, my tones bold although not unfriendly. "I am Daenerys Mountainborn, of the blood of old Solevion, Queen of Spirane and Protector of the Realm." Suspended over the height of my hindquarters my tail gave a gentle, friendly wave. I stood with an air of grace, regality apparent in the way I naturally held myself. Nothing was ever forced in meetings such as these. "What brings you to the mountain realm this day?" Mahogany eyes lingered longest upon the eldest amongst them, though my gaze drifted to each of the adolescents present as I spoke. But as I came to my ending question my attention was given to the adult amongst them, expecting her to be the voice of their small clan.

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