He hadn't heard the word Prince before his name in quite some time. It was truly a testament of just how long had passed. The title had never quite suited him, but it was comforting to know that there was someone who remembered the reign of his parents, who had really been here- who had known and experienced everything that he had. There was so much ground to cover, and her questions made him admittedly anxious. How could you tell someone that everything that they had known here had changed? That nearly everyone had gone, either left or died- Seamus, Neirin, Ifrit, Fenrir, Everlyse, Haziel, his parents, even his sisters... none of them remained. The puppies he had delivered that season had grown- one had become his mate, even.

Viserys figured that perhaps it would be easiest to start with himself, to build upon that when the time came to explain Asteraia and Moladion as a whole. "I am well." He said, and the words came easily. To be truly content was a beautiful thing. "Ankh- daughter of Fenrir and Natu- she is my mate. We have three children together, almost two years old, now. I am the Shaman of the pack, the lead healer. Aster is ruler, now, with my younger brother Halycon at her side. He was struck with sickness and unable to rule, but with care, he is on the mend now." He had delivered good news, new life, a healing brother. He had been able to distance himself from the deaths of his parents, to deal with the winter that he had spent alone- time and love had bandaged those wounds. But to speak clearly he had to reopen them, to expose the still-oozing scars.

He did not mind, not entirely. She deserved to know, if she had come back. "Soon after you left..." The words seemed to stick in his throat, but he pushed past it. "My mother and father were overthrown by a wolf named Jaidah. My mother, she... succumbed to her wounds, and my father with her. Losing his imprint and his love were too much for him to bear. I spent a winter alone, malnourished and hypothermic, before I found my sister and we went to Diveen." He glanced downwards- the wounds were fresher still than he could have ever imagined. It was not something he had to revisit often. With watery eyes he raised his head and continued. "The pack changed paws many times. A wolf known only as the Monster held it for the longest. That was when my brother, Halcyon, took over, and I moved from the home I had made in Diveen back to the plains."

Viserys let silence fall for a moment. "The wolves that you and I knew then... many have gone from Moladion, or passed away. The pack is small, but thriving, but the wolves here are young or new to the lands. I... wish things had happened... differently." He sighed quietly, his voice heavy and mournful. "It is good to see a familiar face. As painful as it is, I don't want to lose my memories of those times. And you, Delya? I hope life had been more kind to you and your kin these past years."