Spirane had become rather a safe haven for those looking for a quiet place to escape the lands below. They were a constant and provided a stability that almost none other in Moladion could match, save only their forest allies to the west. She had been meaning to speak with Zelda again. The threat which they had spoken of on their first meeting had dissipated, seeming only to be replaced by one that loomed even larger from the moors of Iromar. The rumors she had heard already were troubling, and though they were only rumors she knew more than to doubt that they were entirely of no validity. So now even though she had guards and border patrol who were more than capable she still tended to linger in the lower reaches of the mountain during the day.

It was no surprise to her that when she was alerted to the presence of a newcomer that she spotted Tyrion there greeting him, and Nerys. Her dark ears pricked forward from the cover of the lodgepole pines that decorated the mountains lower altitudes at the greetings her wolves gave to the white male, but strained even harder to catch his own reply. The words were almost as wispy as he was, a bit disjointed but the mountain queen had long since learned not to judge someone simply by what some might consider an odd speech pattern. Her thoughts dared to try and drift toward Ame in that moment, but she managed to focus on the task at hand though she intended to see the wandering wolf again soon.

As his explanation ended, the fact that he had called both Taviora and Asteraia home had piqued her interest enough that she decided to introduce herself as well. She wondered perhaps why he had not chosen to return to Taviora, not many willingly chose to leave the protection of those towering trees, and yet here he was. Gravekeeper was also a rather interesting title and with the recent upheaval of Asteraia’s leadership twice over she was interested to see what he might could tell her about the current state of the plains. She kept her approach no secret, approaching perpendicular to the entire gathering so that they would all see her through the thickness of the Spring brush and stopped equidistant between them all.

Her slender head nodded in greeting to her packmates, showing her pleasure that they had met the newcomer with relative friendliness, while Spirane was not so naïve as to keep its boarders free and open they were accessible to those who did not give them cause otherwise. “If it is a home you seek, then Spirane is happy to welcome you so long as you do not mind the heights” An attempt at humor as the sides of her dark lips pulled upwards slightly. He seemed uncomfortable enough and she hoped it might put him relatively at ease. “I am Kalseru, Bewilderbeast and Protector of Spirane. These two are Tyrion and Nerys.” She gestured to each of them in turn before casting her moon-rimmed pupils back on his almost ethereally white form. “Might we have your name?” She was eager to ask him about Asteraia, but over her years she had learned propriety often outweighed desire.