Sunlight soaked into my pelt as I rested quietly atop the wide, flat rock that had come to be a throne of sorts over the many years of my leadership. The familiar hardness beneath me was welcome, after a year without touching my paws to the rough terrain of the mountains. It was good to be home, good to hear the life of a thriving pack housed within the peaks once more. A single ear flicked at the sound of a short howl, a summons for my presence nearer to the borders within the foothills of our homeland. Though the call was short, the voice was recognized with ease. Aurelia. A young shewolf who had been born to the mountains and returned to them when I had. She was loyal, and tenacious, having taken up the helm of hosting the second two year old party that had become something of a tradition now within Moladion. I wondered - would peace linger long enough to allow the tradition to return to the mountains once more in the following spring? Shaking my head, I rid myself of the thought, pushing up onto my paws and leaping from the pedestal. Now was not the time to worry about foreign affairs or cretins at the door. Instead, I should take notice of whatever work Aurelia had done this day, in her strides towards the rank she sought.

Passing through familiar trails, those frequented by the pack and those that only I traversed, I made my way down the mountainside until the topography became more even beneath my paws. The foothills that made up our borderlands were lush with tall grass and fields of flowers, beautiful in their own right, and they provided a draw for wolves who did not seek the lofty heights of the peaks. For me, I found joy in each and every part of Spirane, valuing it more now than ever before. I would never forget what this place meant to me, and I hoped that between myself and my pack, we could share that joy with others as well. Though it had come a long way, Spirane still had a long way to go before it could claim the infamy it had once known prior to my loss.

A slow, steady lope carried me through the rolling lowland, ears moved back and forth with the momentum of my stride, listening to all that surrounded me. When I caught the sound of voices ahead they pricked forward attentively, and mahogany eyes searched the landscape for the source. The mottled browns of their coats kept them slightly camouflaged, but the dark saddle along Aurelia's back caught my eye and I shifted my course to approach them. As I neared I slowed my gait until I came forth at only a walk. Moving to Aurelia first, I brushed my shoulder against hers in greeting before turning towards the wolf whom I did not know. Within my mind the assumption was made that this was who Aurelia had chosen to steal away from the freelands and into our care. She was young, perhaps no younger than Aurelia though. She seemed slightly wide-eyed, perhaps shaken up by having been stolen into a pack, and an amicable grin found its way onto my features, a gesture I hoped would help to soothe her anxiety.

"Greetings, and welcome to Spirane," I said, dipping my muzzle in a nod of greeting. "I am Daenerys Mountainborn, Protector of the Realm." Beyond that I did not press the girl, curious to see what she might reveal of herself in her own time. And what was it, I wondered, that Aurelia had seen in her?