The moment I hear his voice slip into our common language, I know he has come with a greater purpose than a mere truce among packs. I slowly allow my eyes to drift towards him, remaining neutral as he speaks so that our company may remain none the wiser to the contents of our conversation. I even allow my eyes to drift back to Alistair once or twice, then to the lands beyond us - we are merely discussing the alliance, after all, and the performance of his apprentice. Still, his words... bother me, I suppose. Achilles was an arrogant fool and yet, his following was large and dedicated. His removal has ensured Diveen remains passive, their hunt for Zeus and his comrades seemingly slowing too (though, I have no quarell with them removing such a wolf). But a new king? One such as Heyel was? It seems that history is doomed to repeat itself over and over, unable to learn from its past errors.

I slip into our common tongue easily, my voice ever as smooth and empty as ever as I speak, my head slowly tilting with unspoken inquiry. "What would you suppose we do, Solaris? We ought to remove the head before it has a chance to bite, no? If he is of your blood, why do you not seek to counsel him?" I am genuinely curious after all. Could Solaris not do so? Could he not teach this King-In-The-Making the error of the past? The cycle he seeks to perpetuate? It is strange to sense hesitation in Solaris. Or, perhaps I am wrong: perhaps he has a plan set aside already. We should have known, after all.

It is with that, that I allow myself to return my attention to the boy with a small nod, encouraging him to continue. Of course, my mind is elsewhere and yet, I am obligated to complete this decision nonetheless. Besides, I am curious too - I have chosen my question carefully, after all. There is more to it than simply a hypothetical. With Dieloch's growing... confidence, I have little doubts that he will begin to stir trouble beneath the feet of Glorall. In such an instance, I must be aware of where other packs will stand on such a matter and what they will come to expect from me during such a time. Perhaps it is something, too, that I ought to discuss with Solaris in due time but for now, this shall suffice.

I give him a momentarily flash of a grin before my head tilts to its opposite axis, my brows rising now as I address him. "How curious that you work beneath the assumption that it is Glorall that will do wrong by another pack," I allow my words to be loose and free, a hint of jest, "your answer makes sense, however. Age, however, is seldom a representation of quality." My lips go taut then, biting the words off before I go further. I am not displeased with his answer and yet, I must remember it. It will impact the future greatly if it is within his future to take Solaris' position.

"Glorall, in exchange, shall provide the same service." I state it with a nod, a confirmation and an agreement. A truce. They are, after all, Glorall's first true truce. Now, I suppose, I will be free to further discuss this... situations with Solaris.