She speaks proudly of the mountains - her mountains. Indeed, it is almost common knowledge now that her blood is entrenched in the very earth there, even from before this new land was forcibly crafted. It is not an unfounded pride, however. She has fought to maintain her grasp on the throne - the call of challenges reaches even the coast, a reminder of how lustful those within the free lands grow at times. Perhaps her reign is one born from privilege and yet, she has proven herself to be more than capable of ensuring it does remain for such a reason. Admirable, I suppose.

"Elk, you say? An enviable thing; Diveen repels such creatures. The taste of boar is one far less refined."

By now, it should come as no surprise that I was not raised in Glorall - or Taviora, for that matter. I was born in the footprint of Diveen; it is nothing to be proud of. Every wolf is born somewhere and in some great shadow. Why should I pretend otherwise? Let them take the credit for creating an Alpha when they did little more than toss me a scrap to chew on and give me a hole to sleep in. Bitter? Perhaps I am. I ought to be.

Nonetheless, I offer her a jesting grin, pleased when we begin to delve deeper into the purpose of this meeting. It is very much the two of us simply testing the waters. We are dipping our paws into one another, seeing whether something rises to the surface to bite; so far, I am pleased with her mannerisms. They are not overwhelming - or underwhelming, either. She knows how to talk her way around these situations.

I cannot help but smile - a genuine one, it seems - at her comment regarding my reluctance to take on alliances. So, somebody has noticed? And somebody has finally come forward in that curiosity to absolve the issue? Interesting. I do not know who I expected to come first and yet, it speaks volumes that it was indeed Spirane to do so. What held the others back?

"It is a curse to see flaws where others see perfection" I muse in response, my brow lifting; it is, after all, bait in a sorts. It is the kind of comment that grows curiosity and intrigue. One day, perhaps, somebody will question the way they see this world. Nonetheless, I meet her eyes and allow my own to soften, intrigued by her eagerness. "Perhaps Spirane shall be the first place I see promise in. You are a strong leader, Daenerys. It is the kind of strength Glorall could certainly do well with."

I pause, shifting my weight and settling into a more relaxed posture. This has gone better than expected, though I do not suppose I ever expected too much. In fact, I am merely glad that I have perhaps began to lead Glorall towards a different path; a place where we can learn more. It is a difficult thing, however, to balance these political niceties. I wonder how my interest in Spirane shall impact the others, if at all?