Well, at least this guy seemed pretty perceptive if nothing else. Clearly he understood my tone and body language as a dismissal of whatever advances he might have been considering making - but it wasn't like I was trying to get rid of him entirely. Without missing a beat he smoothly transitioned into a cordial greeting, and one corner of my maw quirked in a grin. Despite his initial appraisal making me a little bit uncomfortable, I had recovered quickly. Rather than this turning into some kind of nightmare of a situation, I found myself oddly intrigued by the dwarfish wolf. But it was more than just his stature and tapestry of scars - it was his very character that had me so interested.

"Well met, Tyrion of Lands Far Away," I mused with a grin, though his attention seemed to waver at the notion. I wondered what it would be like to travel so far from home, to not be able to lift my eye to the horizon and see the mountains of Spirane. To not be able to howl upon the evening breeze and have my family return the call. There were travelers in my bloodline - MoonGlow had been a wanderer, Orca and Idunn as well, not to mention my father Jericho and sister Sansa who had left Moladion a couple years ago now - but I was not one of them. The blood of the mountain ran deep in me, and I could not fathom a life for myself anywhere else. It was why I had stepped forward to claim my rightful place as heir to my mother's throne.

Tyrion echoed the land's name back to me, and my ears flicked back and forth idly as he seemed to consider it. Would he remain in these lands for long, or would his far reaching travels take him west of the mountains and forests into lands unknown? He then asked me to tell him more about Moladion, and I shrugged my agreement. "It's an old land, Moladion. More than two decades ago the sky fell and completely changed the landscape, though, destroying the packs and killing many wolves. The land was unlivable for some time, but those who managed to escape with their lives eventually returned and established the current packs." I moved to walk at his side, glancing over towards him intermittently as I spoke. "There are the open, grassy plains of Asteraia in the northeast, the red plateaus and gullies of Diveen to the east, Glorall's windswept coast to the south, the swampy moors of Iromar southwest of here, Taviora's forests to the northwest, and of course the realm of Spirane which dominates the mountain range." I motioned with my nose then towards the horizon, having begun to angle along the banks of the lake towards the west. My chest swelled slightly with pride as I spoke of my homeland. "I am moutainborn, myself. What kind of land do you hail from originally?" I glanced towards him once more, thinking it was only fair that if I was going to share information with him it was only right he share a little something with me as well.