It was nice, really, to to be able to enjoy a simple meal with another. It had been a long time, after all. He had shared a meal with Rogue, sure, but he and her had a relationship quite unique. Like him, she was somebody the rest of Moladion could easily have labeled as a misfit not only for her choice of mate but also for her rather unusual family; they could relate on that level, but they differed on many other things too. It was a kindred friendship, he supposed, but their meal time talks were barely casual. Leviathan, on the other hand, had a much more passive demeanor, one that did not require his mind to be ticking over constantly. It was a different kind of company and he was thankful for it. It gave him a chance to breathe - Glorall had been lucky to have her return, he could not help but think. She had come at a good time, when really, many wolves of Glorall needed that kind of calmness. He'd have to have Rogue meet with her some day, he thought as he nibbled into the tender flesh of bird.

At peace, he took immediately to plucking the feathers away from the puckered skin of the gull. His ear, however, twisted towards her curiously as she spoke, her voice seemingly carefully guarded which drew him to meet her eyes once more. He did his best to read her face, trying to find some hidden message behind her eyes or lips but nothing came immediately to mind. Perhaps she was simply cautious for a good reason - after all, he had not exactly been the most enthusiastically welcoming wolf when she had first arrived. He had been just as (if not more so) guarded. So, this is what it felt like? He was curious but he did his best to not come across as overbearing; instead, he stretched slightly in the sand, feeling the grain between his toes.

"In the forests? I suppose that would work... though, I would hate for you to be too far from the sea. I'm sure you'd like to at least see your island, no?"

He raised a brow, half smiling with a thinly veiled amusement. He certainly did not take her for one to be happy far from where she most felt at home and the idea, honestly, of her becoming some mainland wolf seemed almost... comical. He mused then for a moment, tilting his head towards the sky once more in thought before coming to what he considered was a rather practical offer.

"My daughter will be leaving for Diveen soon. She has taken a mate, so she won't need her den for long. Perhaps hers would make a satisfactory den until you find somewhere you truly like? It is close to the paths, and I would be more than happy to go fowl hunting with you - even if it is a bit... further of a walk."

That would, also, solve her issues of not knowing others. The den was close not only to his but to many of his family's and, as far as he knew, even Rogue's own. Riopat often stayed by the island, too, but with winter coming (and her pregnancy, too) she would likely move closer to the main pack. It'd create a cluster of dens in a way, allowing a more social feel to it all. Besides, it also meant he might get a better opportunity to convince her to teach him how to best the gulls. It was a skill he had to master. Just the thought made his lip twitch into a small grin, something he tried to quickly stifle with a return to his (or rather, hers) prey.