It is always a pleasure to see another wolf lower themselves in such a manner. So many forget this; their instincts demand power and yet, they do not recognize it. How many wolves have come to Glorall's borders under the impression that they do not need to recognize this? It always pleases me when somebody understands the fickle nature of hierarchy. For that alone, I am inclined to loosen my posture and soften my face, motioning for him to rise with a small flick of my muzzle. He has shown his respects and I do not need them anymore; I am not some flaunting king who requires the constant reassurance of my rank. Still, Iromar was smart to send him, I feel.

His response is... very unlike what I was expecting. Iromar holds a particular reputation from the outside; their inner workings are often unknown and yet, here is a wolf who speaks in a manner that makes me believe he was raised somewhere like Diveen, where honor and nobility is a common phrase. His parents make my brow twitch in curiosity, my memory vaguely familiar with their names. Their names were synonymous with tragedy, no? Even now, wolves complained of their deaths so long ago, or at least, Rhae's own. She was an alpha once but, seemingly, not alpha enough to stay firm under the teeth of another. A pity. This boy might have made a decent prince, I'm sure. "A pleasure," I respond simply, offering him a tilt of my muzzle, a faint ghost of the bow he had performed, "Eden."

He takes no time to dive into his business. His words come fast and succinct, carving out a rather intriguing opportunity it seems. Indeed, they are a unique pack in a sense that they remain entirely off the radar of many others. Their queen, too, is a bit of a mystery. I often wonder if she leaves the marshes. Her scent is one I have never found elsewhere. Nonetheless, I nod slowly, considering his words and assessing him before I grin in amusement. "I would not expect you to risk your life. If any wolf of Glorall goes to Iromar and fails in surviving, that is their own doing. I would not hold Iromar accountable lest we find the teeth of another lodged in them." It is the truth, after all. "I have a child that may be interested. He is a year younger than yourself. Would that be... acceptable?"

I do not know if Elohim would be interested, in truth. I can only assume so. It does not matter, though. He will do as this wolf wishes because it will benefit the pack. Glorall will be better knowing more of Iromar and even better to potentially extend an alliance in the future; and so, he will go. For now, though, I am interested to see how this wolf of honor shall take my proposition and... the truth of how I see this child that I will send. He may die, but if he does, it is simply nature ensuring only those worthy to survive continue to do so.