It had been a busy time for her the last few seasons, what with all her spare time having been poured into learning from Sinclair and practicing what he showed her. It had kept her busy, though barely productive in the eyes of the pack. It wasn't as if she didn't want to be productive, it was just that she had no particular ambitions anymore. They had all been taken away from her, and it left her just as lost as ever. In time, she supposed, she would be in a better position to make an actual choice but for now... she was happy, or as happy as she could be, just drifting around the dunes and forests. It still felt strange not having her siblings there, and she had to admit that it even felt weird not having that girl, Viora, or her shadow around too. It just felt odd. She couldn't really put an exact feeling to it, but it kept her on her toes. Some of the wolves that had come to Glorall were unusual, after all.

Drifting. She had been doing just that when she heard the call sound out from the borders; the voice, however, had not called for the alpha. It made her ears stand on end as she ambled along the riverbank, her paws muddying the water as she went. It took her several moments to decide but, with a sigh of almost relief, she ended up headed in the direction of the call. After all, she would likely benefit from some kind of company and though she did not know the voice, it might bring news of her family. Maybe it'd help her get back into a rhythm. Whatever the case, it made her perk up a little. It felt good to have some kind of goal, even if it were as small as greeting somebody at the border.

As she trekked to the outskirts, she had fast found the black and white form of Tristan. He had stayed despite it all - he had disappeared at one point, but that never mattered. She remembered him from when she had been a small child, and it comforted her to have something familiar around. His appearance made her breathe easier as she trotted forward, taking a position to his left. It was then that she assessed their visitor; a female that she had never seen before, though she seemed friendly enough.

"And I'm Cersei," she quietly interjected after Tristan, flashing the pair a rather meek smile but a smile nonetheless. She had done her best to look excited but, sometimes, it was hard to shift the dark cloud that lingered about. "Welcome to Glorall."