It had been some time since she had spent any time with her son. She missed him. And their last meeting hadn't been the best. But he hadn't been within her lands for some time. She would follow his scent trail, which led directly to her old lands. Curiously spiked, another pack had been ruling here. But the closer she got, the more she realized that was no longer tha case. She would cross the faded borders without a second thought, following her son until she found him. A brow lift in question as her coral gaze clashed with his cyan. "What brings you here?" Her tones were soft, spoken just for him, even though they were the only ones around. She would approach with the intention to press her nose to his cheek in s brief display of affection. Haunches would fold as she made herself comfortable, her gaze flickering around them briefly. "Speech"

The steady approach of another sent the brute's gaze over his shoulder. Immediate recognition slowed his steps to a halt as he waited for her to catch up. She approached on his left, pinning him to the ground with a question. Why had he come here? To be honest, he hadn't the slightest idea. Wanderlust had put a spring in his step and the desire to roam into his heart; he'd simply let his paws decide his path. Reaching the decaying border and breathing in the waste of it all, Valentine had been suddenly inspired to take up his own mantle. The decision was spur of the moment, but the more he thought about it, the more he was certain he was capable of it. His mother's nose pressed against his left cheek, her affection far too fleeting for his liking. All too soon, her touch was removed and he, who had been briefly transported back to childhood and the warmth of his mother's presence, reverted once more to his adult self. He longed for them to be the way he remembered, but recognized that neither were really capable of it. At least not to the extent that he craved. He sighed, gaze darting away to stare into the horizon as he gathered his thoughts. What would she think of his newly hatched plans? Would she consider him worthy of a such a position? Seconds ticked by before his gaze returned to hers. "The fall of this empire has gotten me thinking," he rumbled, determination hardening his gaze as his next words, soft and for her ears alone, were spoken, "I'm considering starting my own pack here in the south." A brief pause, then, "Although a little closer to home in the west is tempting." The corners of his mouth lifted in the slightest of smiles; the beginning of a show of excitement that was bound to burst forth. "Speaking" "Thinking"

He would answer without hesitation, though his tones were soft. This empire had fallen, crashed and burned miserably. And as a result, he wanted to build it own. Lips would curl with appreciation. Her childrens name would be legends. They would be written down in history and remembered for generations. And it would all start with the forming of Valentines pack. He would mention remaining in the south, which wasn't really that far from her own pack. But she could help the chuckle as he mentioned moving west to be closer to home. "You will do great. You will rise above the rest, its in your blood." She would murmur softly. "Home will always be open to you." She would smile, peering up at him in another brief moment of affection, her motherly side shining through. But just as quickly as it had come, it was gone. "What are your plans for this empire?" She would inquire. It took more than a dream to run a pack, to thrive amongst the crowd and come out on top. There was not a doubt in her mind that her son would successfully do such that. He was thrive and come out on top, his name would be remembered, he would forever be remembered as her child, the spawn of something great that become something just as great. "Speech"

Encouraging words reached his ears and the brute's chest swelled with pride. How could he have ever doubted her or himself for that matter? Ruling was in his blood. Their blood. Following in her footsteps, he would do well. Together they would be unstoppable. "What are your plans for this empire?" Ah, yes. He smirked and leaned forward in excitement. "Little is set in stone yet. I want to build a capable army that excels in skills beyond combat." He shrugged, tone growing teasing, "I can't say Imperium will seek war as avidly as Arcanum, but I aim to command my forces just as tenaciously." If his people were picked and trained properly there was no limit to what they could do. Tail flicking, the brute reclined on his haunches. Perhaps once he was settled and Imperium was doing well, he could partner with Arcanum for a tournament of some kind. One big brawl in the middle of the battlefield sounded like a fantastic idea. "Speaking" "Thinking"

Her son would lean towards her, his voice excited. She couldn't help but smile with amusement. He would do just fine on his own. Audits tipped forward in attention, listening to every word that left his dark lips. He wanted a strong empire, one that would be revered, but he didn't plan on seeking war so avidly. He was smart, she would admit that much. He was not nearly as blood thirsty as herself, though he still had her blood rushing through his veins. It pleased her to know that his fathers blood had not tainted him. "Something great will become of this, with you as a King, the world is at your paws." She would murmur softly before about allowing a thoughtful look to slip over her features. "Perhaps once you are settled we shall hold a festival of sorts, solidify our packs as partners."A brow would lift as she peered over at him, interested to know what he thought of her plan. It would be a smart move, to see that both packs knew each other well enough so that should they go to war, they would work as a team, efficient and deadly. "Speech"