"The strongest," I echoed with a mischievous, knowing grin as I walked alongside Tyrion. I was proud to call Spirane home, my birthright no less, and I wasn't shy about letting others know it. I shortened my stride slightly to match his pace as we made our way further west down the lakeshore. Looking to him, I asked about his homeland, where he'd come from and what type of landscape he'd been born to. Well, not in so many words, but I was curious nevertheless. He told me of a land referred to as the Seven Kingdoms, a place where one wolf ruled over all of the packs. I couldn't imagine Moladion being like that - one wolf ruling over all six of the packs? So what, would that mean Daenerys would no longer be a Queen in her own right, just a leader of the mountains that answered to some Lord of Moladion? No way, not here. Even if someone had the audacity to try, it would never work here.

Still, it was an interesting concept, and if nothing else was an interesting bit of information to learn from Tyrion. Not all lands existed in the same way that Moladion did, and it was important to consider those types of differences when wolves from foreign countries came into this one. He went on to explain that he'd come from a coastal cliffside pack, perhaps something similar to Glorall but it sounded a bit more...treacherous. My head tilted slightly to the side at his next words, 'It could have been mine...' Brows stitched together slightly, a bit concerned by the statement that his sister wanted him dead. It would seem that he was born to a royal family, one of the packs under the - what had he called it? - supreme ruler of the seven kingdoms. Apparently there was a bit of family drama in Tyrion's history.

For the most part my family didn't have that, not in the immediate branches, anyways. A long time ago my uncle Swallowbane had become estranged from the family when Grandfather Alcide had named Daenerys as heir, but even he had eventually returned and reconciled with my mother. I'd been the only one of my siblings to step forward and voice my intention to become my mother's heir, and I'd put in the work to prove I was worthy. As far as I knew, none of them wanted me dead for it. Haphazardly I wondered if any of my extended family hated me for my newfound purpose in the pack. I shook my head momentarily, then straightened up and continued onward.

"Well, that sucks. But hey, maybe you're right - all the better you're here! Maybe you can make a new life for yourself in Moladion," I said, once more grinning at him as the mountains loomed more apparently before us with each passing stride. "Spirane could always use more strong wolves, and with the knowledge of the world that you've surely attained in your travels you probably have a lot to offer a pack." So I wasn't the most subtle in alluding to my intentions as I might have liked, but I'd always been a more straightforward kind of wolf anyways. And it was working out pretty well for me so far, if I do say so myself.