A storyteller is not exactly something I have heard of before – at least, not as a rank to be assigned. It is an interesting thing that Sprirane has decided to employ such a role more permanently, or at least, in a way that she is known simply as that. It makes my brow rise momentarily out of curiosity, though I do my best to dwell on the idea too long. It may an interesting thing, then, to see such a wolf in action. Perhaps such a role is one that Glorall needs, too. Our children are, as it is and to my belief, far too reliant on their close knit family rather than the greater population of the pack. It would be good, then, to have some wolf to lure them away from such narrow ways of thinking. Stories. Perhaps that is the answer. For now, though, I simply nod as Tithe speaks, amused slightly by his inclination to believe that I might not appreciate his presence here. I alleviate it swiftly, dismissing his concerns as best as I can - ”You are more than welcome. It is as much for us as it is for the youth. I think I shall be inclined to listen to these stories, too, as it is.”

It is the female, though, that I am most curious about. Wolves such as Tithe, after all, are easy mannered and logical – there is sense and order to them. However, she seems to possess a lack of such things. She sniffs and follows her nose about, prying into places she does not know of; it is the same excitement as a child, almost. She seems to be a wolf driven by curiosity like myself, perhaps, and yet entirely a different product of such a drive. Nonetheless, I watch her keenly, curious as to what unusual behaviour she will partake in next; I find that I am inclined to tilt my head as I watch her, sand falling from her paws as she experiments with it. It is a difficult thing to remember, at times, that places like Glorall are few and far between.

”Both these propositions are very…intriguing to me,” I begin, slowly stepping forward and testing my own paw in the sands, shifting my toes through the granules, ”And I find that I must accept both of them. Spirane and Glorall’s youth shall commune, and your troupe shall be allowed passage into Glorall. A pack can never turn down additional aid, and in turn, aid those that provide it.” I give them a smile as pleasant as I can muster, a trained procedure that I find myself easing in to more often. I suppose, in that sense at least, Heyel’s blood is ever present. He was a wolf of many learned and trained behaviours – I often wonder how many know it. ”I know, personally, I am most excited to hear the stories that Spirane’s bard has to tell.” And with that, I can only assume that Glorall has taken a step forward towards a more fulfilling future. The youth have been offered the opportunity to learn and grow and we, as a pack, may follow suit. It will give me an opportunity, too, to better learn of these wolves. Their dynamic is a curious thing and, in fact, I find myself desiring to employ a similar one in some way. I wonder, then, if it can be produced or if it only comes naturally. What better way to learn than to open our doors?