“Ah Tithe, there you are!”

There is no introduction, no wave of greeting, the gleaming golden wolf merely sliding and stumbling down the slope of the mountain and towards the black male he is assured it Tithe, his own strangely black eyes resting against him now. Truly Pan never has been one for pointless small talk or matters of engagement that do not involve decent scientific merit and fact. There was work to do, a job to be done and with this in mind the male has become determined to seek out this other that Roman seems so determined to have him speak with. He knows Tithe, or more so, knows of him and yet of what intellectual talents the black male possessed Pan hardly knows. Truthfully he is far more inclined to merely go about his duties himself without having to include the slow and dim-witted minds of others and yet Roman seemed to insist upon it and Tithe, perhaps, seemed to hold some value to the Alpha. By that recognition surely he held some intelligence then? He hurries now to close the distance between them, the short, stocky little male moving to seat himself abruptly before Tithe now, ending whatever activity the male had been doing prior. As already said, general manners were not truly Pan’s forte. For all his intelligence his basic understanding is a fickle thing. Emotion and basal cutesy often seeming to escape the prodigy whom has lived so long as the pinnacle of intelligent though in all Moladion. After all, there has never been one yet to match the mind of such a creature. Though perhaps Pandora or Rhett may soon rise as a worthy challenger.

“Roman has sent me to discuss matters of the upmost important. Do you find yourself within a state of mind to consider these proposals in this moment? Good.”

He continues, truly, before giving Tithe a chance to either fully understand the sentence or to actually respond to it.

“I am Pan, in case your mind has not yet managed to ascertain this fact. I am a Master of political science and have long served as advisor to the rulers of Spirane. We have reached a state in the leadership of the mountain by which I have deemed it acceptable to begin to seek to forge alliances with other packs. Roman desires to know whether we three should travel to the packs together to seek alliance or whether you and I should split up and speak to the packs in that manner. He fears his presence may antagonize those whom held friendships with the previous Queen. He seeks your opinion on the matter as well as my own and our decision upon it.”

Pan always was a rather wordy fellow, black eyes held expectantly upon Tithe now as if this influx of information should be perfectly logical.