He had been fond of Daenerys, terribly so, in that much he saw no reason to lie and as such her defeat by an unknown male had come as a surprising thing to the glorious golden wolf whom had for so long served as the her Hand, her head advisor- indeed it is a position he had held since before even Danerays within the mountain land and he saw no need to vacate such a thing now. Yet he is wise in the ways of politics, the first actions of an Alpha spoke of much after all and the actions he sees from his den high within the slopes are not those that his mind finds pleasing or wise. This new Alpha must surely be young. Young and reckless- his ever so clever mind assured of these things as he contemplates them, strange black eyes watching the landscape below. He had been loyal to Dany for many years, he had advised Purge before that and indeed to an extent it is the land itself that holds the prodigy. Someone must guard it, someone must watch over it no matter which Alpha stood atop it, a role Pan had assigned for himself and yet such as is makeup of the man that he has adjusted himself well to change, prepared for it and if the new Alpha should prove worthy of his skill then it will be assisted. Not all minds are useful however. The new Alpha need be inspected, studied and conclusion drawn as to whether or not he was beyond help. His decisions so far neither pleasing nor wholly displeasing. Pan however- is a dedicated creature, dedicated above all to his work and it is with this in mind that he seeks his newest Alpha.

He is hardly a large creature, though powerfully built all the same, short legs carrying his form of cold and copper across the mountain, away from the festivities below, celebrations he will not be part of for he is not a jovial creature nor one given to frivolity without cause and as such he seeks the Alpha alone, following the scent of this Roman as he does until his black eyes at last rest upon the male himself. It is with a distinct clearing of his throat that Pan waits for the male to turn and face him, the golden boy pulling himself upright as tall as he may make himself. He is aged now, grey peppering his once flawlessly golden pelt and yet he is assured age adds only some measure of distinction, head dipped politely all the same and yet this is where it would seem such formalities end.

“I am Pan- Advisor of the last Queen and the Queen before her. Spirane has been my home for many years and I intend that it will be so still. I also have no intention of forfeiting my rank and position as I will not waste away amongst the pack rabble. If you have a position for an advisor then I will take it up presuming I have decided your mind is capable of my type of advice. I believe in honesty alone and nothing else, if you act poorly I will inform you of that because I would be misguided if I did less.”

Speeches, it would seem, are the favoured method of conversation, black eyes held against Roman now, one paw lifted to silence anything the male may have been about to say. Pan isn’t done after all- politeness never truly his forte though he hardly means it so. He is simply honest, blunt and entirely to the point while remaining near oblivious as to the emotions of others.


“I have advice for you here and now and I suggest you prepare your mentality to listen and appreciate it. You have, as your first order of business, opened our borders to a group of loners while inviting any and all other packs in Moladion into our own. You are foolish and you disrespect those of us whom have called this our home for many years. Either you have no respect for politics or you do not understand them, that is not a crime, not many have mentality for it and you cannot change what you have done but I and others, do not appreciate you opening our borders to any and all. I is our home- do not make it vulnerable. If someone wished to assassinate you, as they might considering Diveen trains the most superior assassins and the former Queen has strong ties with them, you have simply allowed it because your mind is incapable of that deduction. Do you see? Not all Moladions packs will ally to you either, yet you invite them freely to enter out territory and explore it- do you see your folly? Fortunately my mentality is here to assist you and I recommend that after tonight, if it is politics you seek to engage in, that you travel to each pack, else send myself and make some attempt to establish how your reign is perceived among others and then choose from there who is best to make alliance with. I recommend you begin with Asteraia- they extended friendship before, but you will be expected to travel there and I encourage that. I will assit you on how to talk to that pack, each pack must be approached differently after all- but we must travel there, to the fields. I do not wish Tobias to be within the mountain. A good allyship is the beginning of a good reign, a firm footing and all that…..”

It is an utter flood of speech, poured atop Roman in rapid flurry as Pan moves abruptly to seat himself beside the other wolf now, peering done and over the ledge to the gypsy gathering below with a scowl of sorts at so many unknown wolves within the pack and in invitation for any and all others. Yet everyone makes mistakes and he would permit Roman to make some, how he handled them would speak of all Pan needed to know.

“Well, do you have anything to say? Or do you just stare? Are you in possession of an eye condition because I can look at that. I adore ophthalmology. The best Alpha’s are always ready with words, come now Roman.”

Pan is special- you see.