A pure and radiant energy seemed to almost roll off of the young woman, and Sleekwing felt invigorated by it. She was no child, and yet she was young by comparison to him. Then again, most were young by comparison to the aging warrior. He smiled at her introduction, his gray tail waving back and forth in a steady pendulum rhythm lifted just slightly away from his hocks. "You're in luck, Yuki. Viserion is my nephew, and he still calls the mountains home," he said, pivoting and motioning for her to join him in following a path that led further into the territory. He waited for her to fall in alongside him before setting forth at a walk, considering her comment about how things in Moladion had become interesting. "Interesting is one word for it," he commented, with a chuffed laugh. "Interesting, I suppose, that history has a tendency to repeat itself." Looking over to her, he popped his eye brows in much the same fashion as she had, finding it easy to fall into conversation with her.

Yuki did not leave much time for quiet reflection, launching instead into another topic that she found interesting. Sleekwing's ears perked up at the sound of his mother's name, and he smiled at her question. He didn't know the other names, but he thought they were interesting in their own right. Without breaking stride, he turned his head and motioned with his nose at his sides. Though more and more of his coat was beginning to fade to the heather that had once stood boldly out on his sides, the wing like markings were still evident enough to be seen, especially by one who stood so close. "I was named for the markings I was born with - or perhaps the markings themselves named me." He reflected with a grin, bringing his head back forward as they continued along the trail.

"Names like mine are a long tradition in my family. MoonGlow was my mother, and her parents started it all for us - Boneclaw and Thunderbone, back in Old Solevion. MoonGlow's brother was named Silvertongue, and my brothers' names were Swallowbane and FrostBite. Though not everyone in our family was given a name like mine - after all, Daenerys is my sister as well." There were many others - his littermate Orca, and younger sisters Haven and Idunn. Not to mention his half-siblings. And of course the further they descended from the two who had given birth to their noble heritage, the fewer wolves who bore the traditional naming pattern. "But the tradition is still continuing on - I have a daughter named Moonfeather, and a grand-niece named Swifttalon." He paused, realizing he was becoming a bit long winded, and offered the girl another smile, allowing her the chance to speak once more. After all, she'd come here looking for Viserion, not to hear an old man prattle on about the good old days. Even so, something in her eyes told him she didn't mind hearing the recounting of his lineage.