Viserion's body language left no question for the charging goat. With lips peeled back and hackles standing stiff, the message was clear - Go. Scram. Vamoose. Get away from here, or feel the wrath of a mountain wolf. Though the animal's frustration was clear, there was no desire in him to take on two wolves when he'd lost the element of surprise. Once the goat was out of sight, the golden male shook the aggression from his stance and turned to see if the girl he had put himself in the line of fire fore had hung around or if she'd fled the scene of her would-be crime.
Spirane was not, however, a pack who made prisoners of wolves who were only looking for a meal. She was young, and appeared even younger as she cowered before him with her ears pressed back in a fear avoidance display. Words tumbled from her lips as she rushed to explain herself, and molten gold eyes softened as she spoke. There was no reason to fear him - though he could certainly understand why she might feel the need to defend herself after the display he'd just put on for the goat. Viserion was intrigued as she spoke of the rumored beasts of the night, wondering if she had encountered one first hand, but thinking this was perhaps not the time to delve into such matters. Though she was still tense in her body, her face seemed to relax somewhat as she realized that Viserion had not turned his aforementioned aggression on her, but was standing before her quite relaxed in himself. His tail waved slowly back and forth at his hocks, and his ears were pricked forward. Despite their brilliant hue, his golden eyes were soft and understanding.
"Because you are within the realm of Spirane, and we protect those deserving protection." He replied. The girl kept her eyes low and her stance lower, clearly trying to protect herself from imminent danger. Viserion wondered if she had been attacked by pack wolves before, or if a hard upbringing had made her so wary of other wolves. Intent on her learning that he meant her no harm, he took only a few steps closer to her - so as to make conversation more easy - before lowering his hindquarters to the ground. "It is no trouble, Inara. My name is Viserion. You may finish eating the kill you made - but perhaps there is a way you can repay the pack for the prey you plucked from our lands today." His tail waved across the ground and he smiled at the words. His tone was jovial, welcoming, and it was clear that this suggestion was an invitation, not a threat. Once more Viserion's mind was well at work. His earlier thoughts of bringing new wolves into Spirane had lingered in background until they needed to be called to light once more, and what better time than when a young, capable hunter strolled right into the pack lands?