Viserion could not help but smile in Yuki's company. She had this way about her, a thing that he could not quite define. It was a thing most refreshing, truly, for he did not feel the need to puzzle it out - he was content in accepting her intangible differences and the lightness she brought to the heavy atmosphere of the oncoming storm. He nodded at her sentiment - Moladion was a wide country, but there was only so much of it. Viserion was not immune to the wonderings of what might lay beyond its northern borders, and yet he could not imagine himself living anywhere but Moladion. But his mind did not wander to the distant countries with dreams of adventure or grandeur, rather simply with the keen desire to learn.
Her reaction to his musings stirred an odd feeling in his chest, something almost akin to a fluttering sensation as she looked to him with a jovial smirk. The feeling startled him for a moment, but before even so much as a flicker of confusion could cross his face, she continued the imaginative conversation, effectively distracting him. Alcide, he wanted to respond immediately, but wasn't that too easy? Of course he would think first of his mighty grandfather, of who Daenerys spoke the most often of when asked about years gone by. But then the list of names, many the same as Yuki thought of, passed through his mind in succession. With them were the reasons they may or may not lead the hunt, and he found himself unable to settle on a single individual who stood out as the one to lead the rest. Each had their merits - and faults - and so when Yuki suggested that they would converge to create one master pack he grinned. "Though I can imagine a certain wolf who likely wouldn't want to dirty his pelt," he said with a laugh, still unable to come to any conclusion about how such a grand pack would function. Too many dominant and capable wolves all come together - there was bound to be conflict. But wasn't the afterlife supposed to be a peaceful thing, if it were even possible to have existed in the first place?
He slipped into quiet contemplation, and for a spell the two young wolves looked out into the great expanse that lay beyond the coastline. The rumbling of the storm filled the air, and as the clouds began to encroach upon the shores darkness began to suffuse across the land. They still had time before the system would reach them, but it was beginning to run short. Yuki's voice pulled Viserion from his thoughts of life and what happened after it was ended, and his golden gaze turned towards her as she asked about what stories he might know. Information packed neatly away in the recesses of his mind flooded forward, from lore to heritage to the geographic lay of the land and more. There was so much he could share with her, but where to start? Somewhere in the pit of his stomach he craved that excited light in her eyes that she'd had when he'd participated in the musings of greatwolves chasing the storm towards the shores.
"She has passed down many tales and more information, things she learned from my grandfather Alcide about life in Moladion before the skyfall. The peaks of Spirane were far more jagged and treacherous when they were known as Solevion, and volcanic plains laid just north of the mountains. Sometimes I wonder if there might still be something brewing within the earth. The meteor destroyed many beautiful things - apparently there was once a magnificent waterfall at the center of the country." He paused for a moment, still looking Yuki directly in the eyes, and then the thought came unbidden to his lips. "Though, there is still beauty in Moladion." His ears twitched, flicking backwards momentarily and then he averted his gaze, looking out towards the storm that now seemed to be approaching much quicker. "Um, maybe we should find some shelter," he said, as the first fat droplet of rain splashed onto a rock between them.