For the King.

:D Perfect!

His ears stood erect like little beacons, hungry for the story. If there was anything he loved, it were stories; he was a good listener. So when Majesty began to speak, his leathery lips were locked and his eyes were focused upon his imagination and creativity as he tried to change the words into a motion picture story.

Of course like every yearling -- and young boy -- he enjoyed stories the most if they contained excitement and adventures. To hear that the Isle was a relative new pack came as no surprise as the lingering scents were still fresh. Still, the choice to settle upon an island was unusual yet interesting. However, that wasn't the only thing that peaked his interest. Mees was more curious about these personal beliefs and pack relationships right now; the past could definitely influence the future.

"What personal beliefs?" Mees questioned like a curious little child after Majesty had told his story. "What is this Silvertip Mountain and where do we stand with them now?"