Arturio could easily admit he was not sure what to expect from the Mountainborne wolves. He knew they tended to keep to themselves, but that did not mean they were not opposed to making allies or getting involved if the situation warranted it. The White Knight nodded in agreement. Yes, he might have preferred a meeting under different circumstances, but one had to adjust when life decided to through in a curve.

"I had hoped for different circumstances. But sometimes it is necessary to change with the tide," he said. There was no despondence in his voice. It was a simple matter of fact. A grin tugged at his lips. Nymeria was a smart woman, that much he was sure of. No doubt the pair of them combined where quite formidable, and not a pair of wolves that he would ever like to see as his enemy if this initial meeting of one of them was exactly what it seemed.

Again, the White Knight nodded in agreement. Ties with an individual or a cause were much less different than with a pack and their leader. "To be perfectly honest, when I was in Asteraia, I was hoping for a bit of a safety net, if you will," Arturio began, making sure he chose his words carefully, "I know you have at least heard of the changes to the south in Iromar. My intent is to either be rid of the swamp demon and his miscreants, who use children to get their way, with those who would fight alongside me of their own choosing."

"Your pack is ideally located, and situated to the point that it is a safe place for those who might be injured, or those who need a place to go that isn't Taviora, Diveen, or even Glorall, given they are more easily traversed terrains," he said. Arturio intentionally did not include Asteraia, recalling the words the Nameless One had spoken as he departed. For the good, peaceful wolves of Moladion, he highly doubted the plains were the place for them to go if they needed safe haven.