I have a feeling Natu might have been proud of her children; one was gentle and one strong, one kind and one clever. Though her youngest daughters had left, her other children were intent to make their own mark. Natu was clever, sly beneath her kind guise, and I almost wonder if she had planned this all those years ago before she had succumbed to time and influence. It makes me smirk, that momentary memory of having felt nervous in her probing presence, but I am quick to dismiss the thoughts and return to Thor.

I stretch my legs out then as he accepts my offer, relieved that Glorall will soon have a wolf to lead the warriors and diplomats of the youth. There are many, after all, who need such role models and I do not forget Samia's words. "And I too," I say slowly in response to his offer of his mind and body, though I do not know how deeply I feel such a sentiment, "just as any leader ought to." I know it is...a duty expected of me and yet, I do not know how deep it really goes. I have done so, perhaps, for my own children but no other has asked it of me. I wonder, then, if Thor may be the first though I have my doubts that he would ever bring such problems for Glorall. He does not seem the kind of look for fights, to find issues with others and to weaves lies. No, that is more than likely my path.

"So let us make a bargain," I offer with a sly grin, sitting now as my tail curls about my paws ever so slightly. I pause for a moment, a little eager to see if he accepts it without knowledge of the task - of course, it is not truly dangerous. Rather, it is simply...in good fun, one might say. "Have you met the younger wolves, Thor? There is one among them, Blackthorne his name is, that I believe may be a prodigy of sorts. He is clever, and strong. I wonder if you might be able to convince him to choose to become your underling of sorts, an apprentice."

I pause again, my features unwavering in their cheerful, challenging poise; Blackthorne will be ... quite a challenge. Yet, it will be worth it if we can begin to attain some trust with him. A double edged sword, perhaps. Yet, I do not let my face betray me. Instead, I offer him my end of such a bargain - "If you succeed, you may have me do as you wish, be it a quest, a mission or perhaps foolery."