Creme, almost white paws fall against the earth in silence as their beholder makes her way through her home. Though most of her family had left- Sen, Hush, Mireille, Calyx, she had remained as had Roamin and perhaps Namira. But she had begun to see him less and less over the last year or so, especially after he had found his little 'treasure' or so he likes to call her. And her youngest sister- she had not seen the girl since her birth and weaning, and where she was now Reian did not know. Irregardless, she had remained deep within the heart of Taviora, mostly keeping to herself and occasionally taking it upon herself to watch the one they call Starfall. She had only ever been able to speak with him once, and it had left her enchanted, though not in the typical sense of the word. Starfall's siblings seemed to have to visit him on this day, a boy of pure red flecked with white, and a pale girl who seemed scared of her own shadow. Starfall and his younger brother seemed to have some sort of affinity with the stars, and she wished to know more, so she would. But for the time being, she was content in her isolation. She had years ahead of her to learn what she may, and she was in no rush.

It would seem that on this particularly sunny Summer afternoon, she was fated to come across two others. One was of her home, of Taviora and she knew him well enough- Wraith, though they had never met. He had learned much from her own Father, the Medicine Wolf of Taviora who had seemed to make a very recent combat. Fancy that. She would perhaps have to find him on another day, as this day her attention was elsewhere. And the other- he held the dank, deep rooted smell of bog and murk that could only belong to a wolf of Iromar. And yet his appearance- glancing between the pair with her violet gaze, almost black in its gradient around the pupil, the young but almost fully grown girl made the connection. It would seem that on this day Wraith's own Father decided to pay a visit, and the irony of it brought a brief and amused smile to her delicate features. But unlike the Iromar wolf, she did not feel the urge to remain within the shadows.

Making her way forward on superbly long and curvaceous legs, even if she wasn't fully grown, Reian was graceful and more than a little stealthy in her movements. The young wolf was fluid in her confidence and her knowledge, and she gave an even gaze to each wolf in turn. First was Wraith, who probably did not know her name or who she was, but if he was smart enough might figure it out. But she would greet him with courtesy and respect all the same. "Wraith." His name was followed by a lady like nod, so graceful and feminine in her grace that some might be thrown off. Who knew. And then, turning to the other pale wolf within the shadows, she watched him in silence for a time before speaking her mind, as was her way. "What business have you with your son on this day, stranger of Iromar?" Her words were not hostile or rude, but rather held a simple and plain curiosity. She wanted to know why, and so she asked, and would learn why. Straight forward and to the point, when her mind wasn't far away and wandering on its own, that is.