These journeys, travels, that Yojimbo speaks of momentarily sees the black-eyed prodigy pause. How curious a thing to desire, to travel about, to gather information and bring it back. Such a strange goal to aspire too. There is merit, he supposes, in learning of many places and yet he cannot help but wonder if this is the most intelligent of manners. Why learn a little of a lot of places when you can learn a lot of one? Which was greater? Which more grand? Such a puzzling and yet intriguing thing to consider all at once. His thoughts are interrupted by the uneven movements in the other male, his injury truly becoming apparent now. Niviaq would see to that, while his own knowledge of plants and healing was perhaps better then most even Pan is willing to admit the actual act of healing is outside his immediate skill set. Knowledge and experience after all, are decidedly different associations.

“Diveen I am assured will be most pleased to see you return, Isola has retired the throne to her son Achilles and he himself of late, I believe, has chosen to pass it to his sister of full blood or another Angel should they chose to stand for it. The packs however, remain mostly peaceful, Danearys no longer rules these lands however Roman would not find issue with your presence I am most assured.”

Why should he? Yojimbo posed no threat and indeed Pan is rather pleased to have discovered such company, injured though he appeared to be upon the borders. It would be a pleasing thing perhaps, if Yojimbo was given to stay for even a little while before heading on to his home in Diveen and the retired Queen Isola whom would not doubt seek him with open arms. Pan never truly did give much sway to the fickleness of emotions and yet their power could not be denied all the same.

“You may rest here as I said, feel free to come in, you need not linger on the borders there are many spare dens- I shall fill you in on the great advancements of politics while you settle yourself.”

That yojimbo might not desire an entire speech upon the advancement of politics had truly not occurred to the golden male, nor that the old wolf may well have desired food and water and not just conversation. The basics of life, after all, have been forever oblivious to the boy as he waits for Yojimbo to move himself into the land more fully before continuing to speak.

“I do not recall entierly the state of affairs when you last left, but Roman rules in Spirane now, Aithne is still in Iromar, Eden retains Glorall, Diveen belongs to Achilles and perhaps soon his sister and Asteraia is in the possession of an unknown female and Tobias.”

He paused slightly, the last of the offered names clearly a matter of distaste, his attention returning now to the brown male in anticipation of his response.