It seemed as if autumn found Glorall faster than the other packs; his journey westward had been slow by choice, and he'd noticed how the leaves became fuller, greener, the further he traveled away from Glorall. It was as if the seasons were at his heels, nipping at him to keep moving - a fitting thing, really, considering why he had found himself heading to Spirane for the first time in so very, very long. He'd only ever seen the pack from a distance, as several towering mountains that stood and watched over them all. The closer he got, the more he realized just how vast the distance between those mountains was, and just how tall they truly reached upward - so far up, in fact, that their peaks seemed to be eaten up by clouds or turn white with year-long snow. That was the kind of thing one could not appreciate from a distance, just as one couldn't appreciate just how different the air felt, and how the stones felt like no others too. If he was going to have to visit every pack, he'd at least find some kind of enjoyment in it, some kind of awe.

He found himself at the foot of the peaks come the midday sun, though it did little to make it feel very 'midday.' The sun hid behind a veil of clouds, silver grey with a teasing of rain as he stood beneath one of the thin conifers of the eastern border. His ears flicked back as a small drop of water hit his cheek, but he sighed and let out a howl for either queen regardless - or, well, any high ranking official really. He'd been told to discuss certain things with certain wolves, but he'd not been told explicitly to seek alphas. No, any wolf with power and leverage was fine enough, be it a queen or their advisor. Of course, he was personally interested in the alphas - who wouldn't be? He was fascinated after meeting Zelda, ever curious as to what other kinds were attracted to power like that. And what did he know of Kalseru and Nymeria? So little, and he imagined that was a familiar thing across Moladion. They were steadfast rulers but they seemed private, privy to keeping their noses out of business and their secrets guarded. All he knew was that much, and that Spirane (like Glorall) had never declared an heir to their realm despite their long-term rule. He was learning more for Glorall but mostly, he was learning more for himself.