“Not all who have something to say are capable of saying it either, however it comes it is worth hearing, a shower or a flood is still better then a storm though I am loath to discuss anything with you if you wish to speak in terms of metaphors and hidden meaning for it is a foolish waste of effort when the point need be made all the same.”

He can be entirely s poetic when he chooses, his grip of language a masterful thing and yet one he is often given to dull down in the presence of others, if only because they do not often seem to understand it. It would be a curious thing perhaps, to see whether or not this male could be given to fully appreciate the wealth of knowledge hat exists at the disposal of the little golden wolf whom has so long acted as a historian of sorts for Moladion itself. Romans words met with a simple nod.

“I was born to Old Moladion and old times and old rulers- greater then any this age has seen save for perhaps Isola and Daenerys herself. Yet the mountains have been my home since the sky fall and I would not relinquish them so readily. My imprint also remains here, my children, I would not forfeit them.”

It is an explanation perhaps and the last he is intent to give for now, his love of the mountains surely clear enough, as are his reasons for staying though his family, perhaps, is a noticeable second to his more political interests and yet, honesty, in all its forms seems to be the tone with which all Pan’s words are given to come. Black eyes move upward now, resting back upon Roman as he finally seems content to speak, his words flowing with a smoothness Pan is given to appreciate and yet the nature of them, to some extent, seems to cause a distinct shake of the golden creatures head. Interrupting conversation, it would seem, is another of his traits when he should choose it to be- though rarely does he afford others this luxury. Emotions, after all, are not easily understood by a creature so far removed upon the spectrum. The feelings of others are rarely his consideration, though he does not mean it to be so, he is simply not…..skilled in pursuits not academic, they allude him, even despite his intelligence and as such he is often taken for blunt, else arrogant and perhaps he is despite the ultimate kindness of his nature and the goodness that exists within.

“You misunderstand me. Most do so I am not wholly surprised, I am often given to forget to bring down the language of my words so forgive me, emotions and feelings are not a concept I explore well and I will admit to that. So I apologise that your emotional state if afflicted though you will need a far tougher exterior then that if you desire to lead the mountain. My reference of rabble is not to the wolves themselves as physical beings, but the existence of middle ranks in which many are happy to merely rest and remain idle until called upon, to perform tasks I have either no skill for or desire to do. They are happy to remain as hunters or warriors or healers and that pleases them, it pleases many, the rabble of the middle ranks is my reference to its state of being, to many that I feel waste their skill by choosing to look no higher though for reasons I do not fathom they are content there and so be it. That is my meaning, not that I believe the wolves of my own pack to be somehow inferior to myself. I am pleased you feel the need to share your origins story with myself, my own is very similar now please progress, I feel we are not making ground.”

They would, perhaps, were Pan not content to interrupt and yet for no the golden creature has fallen silent again, small, yet muscular form looking upward once more, for truly his stature assures he must often look up at those around him.

“All advice must come from an opinion at some point, the best advice simply comes from more than one opinion, considered an formulated. I am very good at that though for now my opinion can be changed only by you. So I implore you to change my opinion and I might change my advice in regards to that.”

There is the barest hint of a simper upon the males lips, a tiny thing, a flicker of humour that betrays his enjoyment of the conversation despite the seeming seriousness of it, his mind already well-endeared to this male if only for the fact he had taken the time to engage him in genuine conversation as so many rarely do, tail offering another wave.

“No it will not serve you well. Vulnerability is for moments in which it is called for to assure you are seen as a well-rounded Alpha- this sort of vulnerability and here I just to your party below is not ideal. That is my advice as formulated by my opions which have been gathered from many years as advisor to many packs.”

He is incorrigible, it would seem, when it comes proving his own point and yet some part of his mind delights in this game, in attempting to engage Roman in it- though his nature remains good, there is no harshness to his words, he merely rises to this challenge of words, perhaps they must agree to disagree and yet Pan can be content in this too.

“I understand your plan. An invitation alone offers the chance for acceptation or rejection and in that manner you may gleam an early insight into who you may deal with in time, yet you, I do not feel, have properly appreciated pack security in this instance. Daenerys is mountain-born. She is the daughter of Moonglow and Alcide, the Alphas before her, Moonglow herself was born of Boneclaw and Thunderbone, the rulers of the Solveion mountains. Like Diveen the pack is very old, ruled near exclusively by one bloodline, a bloodline that tied itself to heyel, whose descendants rule Diveen now and to believe they do not have allies who would see you fall is folly. You risk opening our borders to such creatures who would not take you generosity with kindness. You gamble our safety for the sake of forming your opinion. It is gamble and I appreciate that. That is what I see and I am telling you it with honesty. I understand why you have done what you have done and the information you offer is in line with what I have anticipated but if the gamble will pay remains to be seen. I do not like to gamble, Roman.”

The male continues and Pan’s shoulders merely rise in a shrug of sorts.

“The forest King is second generation leader, his Father, a former Diveen warrior holds family close, it is a value they appreciate and I am not surprised. Age does not infirm the Queen of Asteraia and you best remember that well. She and her mate are older then myself, the oldest Alphas in this land and yet neither has ever been defeated in single combat, this past year they have staved off challenges from an Alphess far, far younger and defeated her mate, a giant of a wolf, to take the pack. They are never to be underestimated, they are powerful, more then any realise and I do not feel my advice on this was properly followed in regards to that pack. If you wish to know of Tobias I will speak of him, though doubtless you have heard his name in the least.”

He pauses, waiting for some decision on that before his own gaze returns to the festival below as he rests beside Roman now.

“To have great change and then have that change invite loners into our pack and open our borders to all is a press on the insecurities that afflict a pack in the grips of change. I am glad you see this.”

That is all need be said.

“Transparency is a value we share then, yet politics is a game few play well, be transparent to an extent, but do not show your paw in all things, that is another vulnerability though it may go against your principals to an extent. Show what you mean to show and only that- if you understand. When your enemies can see all that you are it is easy for them to take what they want. We will practice. I will help you. Do not for a moment allow yourself to believe that all wolves like the gypsies, another folly I think, not all view them with kindness, remember that- this is formulated from many opinions too. They may be your friends and this is good, but others do not view them with friendship- you see a friendly gathering of wolves, pleasant wolves, others see leeches who would bleed a pack land of its resources, its secrets and flee back to the wilds.”

He is honest, if nothing else, showing both sides with ease, offering no further thoughts as Roman sees fit to finish, before Pan simply nods his head.

“You had enough to say, you are not hopeless. Where will we travel to first?”

Business, as always.