He originally was a bit uncertain if he was going to take her up on the invitation, he stood debating on such things, his heart had been thudding his his chest with a nervousness he hadn’t felt in some time. Why? He thought he had gotten over it, but perhaps the life of a loner had indeed helped mold him and take an effect on him in more than one way. He was more confident in himself for sure, but perhaps he was still a little uncertain when it came to encountering large groups of wolves at once. He had pondered it though, the young girl he had known in his youth, like him, had changed much over the years they had been apart and grown. The seat of a queen perhaps changing her more than anything else yet, she was uncertain of her position, and it was apparent even though she was surrounded by others she could be even more lonely than the wanderer who might have ever had only one or two companions at a time. Maybe it was that that made her ask him to come, and maybe it was because of that he dared to cross the border of Taviora for his first time.

He knew for a while the loud, confident boy, Hyrule, had lived here, even ruled. Now he heard a much softer, more typical of leader of the forest pack now lead instead. He was certain it wouldn’t go poorly, his family was that of the angels, his father fairly well known across the lands, he didn’t think if for some reason the Spriane queen didn’t show he wouldn’t be unwelcome. The forest was beautiful, and even at a distance he could hear the howls of the apparent singer that was here. His blue eyes wandered the area, and soon after the music he began to hear the murmur of voices. A lot of voices. He found his paws stopping, his heart beating once again furiously in his chest, though he shoved himself forward again, though his steps were more stiff now. It felt… weird, he felt like the scared little pup back in the old days. Did he change so little? Did all he learn that day was how to handle himself when he was by himself? He guessed, in a way, he was still quite inexperienced in the ‘socializing’ department when it came to many wolves. Perhaps he had a propensity to avoid large groups of other wolves that he just couldn’t shake completely. So strange for his kind to be.

Finally he broke into the clearing. The summer flowers were fully in bloom and looked beautiful in this little treasure of a location in Taviora’s borders. He could see why anyone thought it would be a wonderful place to pick for such an occasion, though his breath seemed to catch in his throat there were just so many wolves. More than he had ever seen gathered in one place in all his life. It was strange to feel the flutter in his chest in a way he hadn’t in literally years. It was then he heard a voice that made him jump out of his locked trance and quickly turn to see the silvery, moon eyed wolfess who had invited him to begin with. It wasn’t just that though that he noticed, but the soft flowery scent that went following after her as well. It was more than like his mother who would roll in the flowers, it was thick on her, but not unbearable, but other than the trace of her scent of Spriane it was dominating her in a strange fashion. It was something she certainly didn’t carry with her when they met at the river, but it was also relaxing in a way. ”Kalseru, it’s nice to see a familiar face.” He said, though he was certain there were probably many more out there, in his daze he really didn’t make out anyone specific like his old partner Jackson, or any of the many angels he knew from his life in Diveen.

He made his way towards her, his gaze every once in awhile casting out over the other party goers almost anxiously before finally setting on her. Perhaps she could see a bit of that nervousness she was more familiar with when they were children dotting about him now. ”There are… a lot of wolves here. It’s sort of amazing to think exactly how many wolves live in Moladion, then how many are gathered here in one place.” His eyes remained on her mostly, it was pretty clear he was avoiding looking at the giant group of wolves, but his tones at least were still even and calm.