His scent is one that has lingered before, or at least, it has in these last few moments of the season. Winter, it seems, brings out those in desperate need of a home. They understand the benefits. Food, security, and above all else, their carnal sins feed off these resources. That is why they came, I suppose, these females who reek of strange males. Already I have sent Cersei to the other who had waited by the borders; she is an eager creature despite her immediate relation to Tesseract. Eager and yet, seemingly free from schemes. I am no fool. I know to win over her eagerness so that she may place her loyalty within me rather than fickle blood ties. And so, it is upon me to deal with this secondary female, however.

She is a weary thing, it seems. She loiters out of sight, her scent captured by the wind nonetheless. I cannot help but scout along the borders in response, maintaining my own distance but sure to remain close enough to her. So far, she is not a perceived threat and yet, one can only be curious. After all, she and the other reek of the same male. Why would he send them here? Where is he? Winter brings them in but what does he intend to do once he reaches here? For now, I will focus only on her, though.

Finally, she seems to settle and so, she calls. Of course, it means little for I am already only minutes away. It does not take me long to find her though she sits in the outer regions of the borders; I approach her forwardly, my tail arced and eyes hard on her own. My position here is assured in my stance as I take my place several feet away. For now, I do not speak. I merely watch and wait, expectant that she can put two and two together. I have listened to her call and now, it is her time to explain.