The scents of this territory are crisp and distinct. It is most useful, for any intrusion is easily noted. Their scent disrupts the salted nature of Glorall's wind, and I cannot help but notice it immediately. This time, it is a similarly distinct scent that breaks the wind. It is the smell of reeds and still water. There truly is no other place like it in Moladion: Iromar. It is an insatiable curiosity that drives me towards the borders immediately. After all, no other pack has come to visit the sea since I have arrived. They are the first, or at least, this individual is. There is something familiar about the exact composition of the smell. Female, just on the cusp of adulthood. It is very familiar, so much so that I cannot help but smirk in intrigue as I break onto the sands. I am already close when she howls for me, though I pause to ponder her cry for some moments. It is no challenge, no urgent command, merely a request. Good. It would not bode well for any to demand of me. After several moments, I finally bridge the distance between us, lurking forward as I observe her behavior. I did not expect her, but I certainly recognize her. She had been an oddity. What kind of wold does not immediately chase out an intruder? I could not complain. I had been allowed to see Iromar's inner territory because of her, and I had not sunk into the swamps. I will give her that same courtesy today, I think.
I come towards her, doing my best to ensure I give off a... relaxed presentation. I meet her eyes levelly, coming to a stop several feet away though I cannot help but smirk as I move to speak.
"Have you come to warn me of the alligators?"