Her name had been Alana and certainly, she had become quite a curiosity. Whereas he had noticed many of the pack's attentions had turned to Rogue, his had remained focused on the small girl for some time. It was only natural for him to notice the way she had shrunk back and perhaps that is why he had designated to speak with her first - he wanted to meet with her privately before she had a chance to shrink entirely away and disappear. The others had certainly seemed more self assured and yet, she did not hold such a presence with her. Perhaps it had simply been nerves, he figured, from yet another Alpha taking the reigns of Glorall. That in itself was understandable but still, he wished to let her know that he could indeed be trusted and there would be no harm done to her while she remained by the sea.

Once the others had started to take their leave, he had approached her, dipping his head low before beginning to lead her towards the ocean. It was a calm day as he rose to the top of one of the dunes, watching out over the ocean quietly as he allowed her to become more comfortable. It was difficult for him to say why exactly she was so nervous but faintly, he could find the scent of a male on her pelt. He queried it internally, narrowing his eyes slightly in thought before dismissing it - it was not the time to pester her with trivial things, not yet. For now, he was content flashing her a comforting (or what he hoped to be) smile before he began.

"First I must ask if you are, indeed, okay? I wish not to be intruding if there are other things you must be doing. Do not feel obliged to speak to me this day."

He waited patiently, slowly rocking back onto his haunches so that he might sit beside her, allowing her as much personal space as she so desired. Still, he was inclined to watch her curiously, still intent on figuring out what made her so nervous, so weary. Honestly, he was not used to the idea that some wolves could merely be as such by nature - he'd never really been exposed to such a thing. All he knew is that she was a small woman and thus, he was able to relate such a thing to his own daughters. That was how he chose to see her in that moment - somebody that needed to be cared for. With that, he nodded in determination to crack the case, turning to once more gaze out over the sea.

"Tell me, Alana. What is it that they had you do here before I came? We each have a role and I cannot help but be curious as to what yours was."

It was a start, at least. He needed to be gentle, he figured, so that he did not drive her back into the far reaches of her own shell.

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