When I am expectant, I look just like him. Bathed in cream and grey, perhaps, but he lingers in the way my lips curl and the way my brow rises. It is the same way my laughter is an echo of Khaleesi's own. Those we learn from are very much a part of us, it seems, and so Heyel lingers in my face just as he does my blood. I imagine then, at times, this is why some gaze upon me with faint familiarity. It is only a blessing, then, that Anselm took more of him than just the way a face moves. Natu is one of them. She is keen, this I know, and I know I am under a far more eager eye than most when it comes to her. I wonder, then, what it is she sees within me and why it is that she seeks it out.

I do not ponder it long but rather, I keenly listen as she speaks of Spirane and Taviora, seemingly unashamed or unbothered by the idea of making judgement between them. My eyes narrow in thought at her words, my heading nodding in acknowledgement. I know of Zeltzin, that is for sure, and I know her to be a patient teacher. It would surely be an easier task to request her assistance and so, it would be a better step towards investigating Taviora as a steady ally (or, as close to.) "Taviora may be our best candidate in that case. Their leader seems to be... amiable, too. It will be a good thing, I think, for Glorall to tighten our connections with them. Would you tend to agree?" It is not a loaded question and I merely desire to get a taste for her feelings regarding the forest pack. After all, I do not wish to press for too much too soon. I yearn to pick apart the minds of others to the fullest extent but I know I must restrain myself from doing so. There is only so many questions one can be asked, apparently, before retreating inside themselves.

I allow myself a brief chuckle at her words, amused by the notion that such a condition is anything but inherited or learned. If it were so easy then we might simply chew on a root or rub salve into our gums and yet, instinct and desire is part of each and every cell. "I am glad to hear that," I respond with a small nod, acknowledging her small motion with the smallest gesture. Rather, I continue the thought of Jaidah, my lips taut for a moment before I disclose the smallest of what I know (I do not care if she sows the seeds elsewhere, after all). "It does not surprise me to hear of Jaidah. Tristan spoke of a group who she sought to prove herself to. Perhaps this is her way, or perhaps she has fallen beneath the paw of another." Perhaps she will seek out further information regarding such things and yet, I am not bothered if she does not. After all, we will be given answers in due time I am sure. Such wolves cannot remain undercover for too long and eventually, they will need to find some semblance of safety.

Her next question, however, brings a flick to my ear as my brow rises. It is not something I have so openly been asked before, though Spirane's queen has questioned my intentions once before. Where I am from, however? Many simply accept that I was once a scout of Taviora or some bastard born to Heyel's daughter. "The same can be said of you," I respond simply, jesting slightly and yet the statement is loaded in implication for her to divulge such information too. "As for me, there is little to be said," I respond with a slight shrug though my lips turn up ever so slightly. "I was born in Diveen but gained rank in Taviora. I took Glorall because I desired it. I suppose other alphas claim to have more noble reasons but I do not." I wonder how she will take it. Even with so little, it is more than I have shared prior and yet, I do not think it will satisfy her. I desire her to push me, though. I want to know what she wants to know and so, my tongue rests if only to encourage her questions. The answers are always just on the tip of my tongue, if only somebody would be tempted to risk the teeth they might find.