> Any wolf observing this pair would notice their immediate differences. It is an unusual thing, then, to see such wolves together; stark opposites, contrasting. It is evident that the male, at least, belongs to a pack or has, at least, the prior experience - his scent hints at the mountains but such a thing is not always a given. Hers, on the other hand, speaks of the crags, forests and valleys: a loner, or at least, a wolf without territory. It is always a strange thing to call them loners while they often share their dens and their meals. I imagine it is an effort by us - the pack wolves - to alienate them, forcing them to believe our assertion of their loneliness so that they might seek us out. After all, what leader is not told that it is the amount of wolves they house that matters most? It is a foolish sentiment to be sure.

Nonetheless, I am pleased when they settle into more natural behaviours, though the woman's pacing is an oddity I suppose. I take my own position, lowering my stance and my posture so that I am seated across from the male. It is him, after all, that seems to come with the most purpose, though perhaps the woman hides her own well. I am sure we will all come to this understanding in due time; I, for one, am in no particular hurry. In fact, it is a curious thing to be approached by these two strangers without an escorting alpha or preordained meeting time. Perhaps this will bode well for Glorall. We are in need, after all, of something to stir the proverbial waters.

I am attentive as he speaks, my ears following each word and my eyes focusing on his features. I am always attentive to to the finely tuned muscles of the face; I seek out lies, nervousness, brashness. They often make themselves known in the corner of one's lip or eyes and so, this Tithe is no exception. His words, however, are of far superior interest to me. They force a brow up in curiosity, and I am qucik to find my voice before the silence can eat away at the prospect.

Indeed, Spirane and Glorall are not especially close and yet, their queen is one of the few that particularly excites me. For now, however, I shan't speak of it, merely of this... meeting. "Indeed, such a proposal could be of great benefit to both packs," I begin, nodding slowly in thought as a taste test the idea in my mind, running through what would surely need to be done beforehand. "We have quite a number of young here as it is - it would do them well to learn about the packs beyond Glorall's borders, surely. Tell me, then, how you and your queen desire to go about such a thing? Our caretakers are... few and far between, you see. There are few of us here that have direct experience in the handling of multiple children." My lip twitches up in an amused grin, attempting to bring some kind of... pleasantness to such a statement. I do not see it as a weakness, however, though others might. Our lack of caretakers only serves to mean we have more warriors; more hunters; more thieves. Yet, it may serve as an issue here. "Perhaps some of Spirane's more... nurturing wolves might do well to visit, too? This meeting might serve more than just one purpose if that were the case."

I do not fear being so direct. After all, I desire for the other packs to know that Glorall is not the pack to tip toe about and hide behind buttery words. In fact, this is as good an opportunity to let Daenarys know that I am furthering my interest in an alliance. The thought, however, is cut off as the brown woman seemingly returned to attention. My eyes immediately shifted to her, nodding stoutly at her brief introduction. Her words, too, bring my brows to attention - had she come to serve the purpose of a caretaker? Was it that this Tithe had already made assumptions or preparations? The corner of my lip cannot help but twitch up in amusement, and I am just as prompt to respond to her with a level, smooth voice. Gypsies, she says. An interesting thing, indeed.

"That could, indeed, work for both Glorall and Spirane. It has been some time since I have heard of... gypsies in Moladion," I pause, my head tilting slightly as I recall the mentions of them from so long ago - a small group, they had been, and often without a territory to call in to. "I am curious, however, Taika. You say no harm shall come... I must ask: do you trust each wolf you keep in your company? Each wolf that calls themselves a gypsy, that is." I motioned briefly to Tithe with the hint of a polite grin, a subtle gesture to let him know that I was not accusing him of any discrepancy. I am merely curious, after all, to see what kind of wolves run under such a banner.