The boy of ghastly paleness that he was given as a pupil had proved far more interesting than initially thought. There were no nerves left, and Sen was confident in his teachings and his method. The boy, Wraith was his name, was slowly opening up to the pale male and this he was both glad and grateful for. They were making great progress together, and would continue to do so, Sen very well knew. After all, it was by Coza's request that they did such together, and how could any refuse the gentleman that is their leader, their Alpha? As one of the only healers currently, beside his student and Coza's own imprint, Moth, Sen was never lax in his duties and made it a point to try and visit every wolf within the packland. Which was how he found himself currently on the trail of not only one, but two loners that had crossed into Taviora. Of course, the pale marked wolf had been told of their friends, their allies and by the scent of the first wolf- it was the mate of a friend of theirs, and she was heavy with child. This was a simple enough reason as ever for her to be here, and for the young wolf who seemed to be a son trailing behind her.

Curious and eager to meet these wolves and help if able, slender and almost feminine legs carry him with a practice grace and easy, his features set into a comfortable and easy expression as he went on his way. The den was in the heart of Taviora, and Sen is pausing at the entrace before making any move to enter. For while they were not exactly a part of the pack- birthing Mothers were nothing to be trifiled with, and it was out of simple respect that he did not blatantly enter right away. If it had been his Hush, well, there was no question in the matter. But this was not his love, not his mate. And yet duty still called. "Hello, strangers down below. I am Sen- a Mender of Taviora and I am here to ask if you have any.. requests." His words were simple, and the voice that accompanied them was neutral, even in its monotone. His voice didn't hold the deepest of tones, but it had its own uniqueness to it, as did the way he occasionally formed his words.

"And if not, well.. I shall be here, if ever you might call on me." If nothing was asked of him, he would politely take his leave- but he would not go too far. After all, this season brought only a few Mothers to the pack, and another was something most welcome. Even if they did not stay or live here- all friends of Taviora would always be welcome, and Sen would always be there with warm and open paws. He would always be there for Coza and his pack, his family- their pack and their family. Loyal 'till the end, my friend.