She hadn't exactly grown loyal to Eden. In fact, there were times when she still held a very certain... anger at his presence. It seemed to keep her family away, after all, and even though that might not have been case, it was often difficult to control how one felt about something so personal. Instead, she had continued to love the land in which she had been born and if staying there meant proving her worth to the man that had maimed her father, then so be it. Besides, she had promised to stay. It meant her family always had a connection there. Still, she could not hide the fact that she was happy to be meeting another wolf - certainly, a wolf that did not seem as cold or strong willed as some of the other Glorall wolves.

She had hardly expected the other to open up so easily, though. It made her ears straighten, flicking in curiosity as the other began her brief little tale. Then, Cersei could not help but frown in thought, a little confused by it all if she had to be honest. Feeling what others felt? She... could vaguely relate, she supposed. She had always been in tune with Sinclair but to find him in a pack concealed by any alpha's scent based on that feeling alone? It seemed unfathomable! Yet, it also sounded all too familiar. Her father had spoken about such things before. He'd felt that way towards Cersei's mother.

"I... think I understand. I do not know if our leader would, though."

She had to be honest about him, right? Whereas that kind of reasoning made some sense to her, she doubted it'd make sense to him. Intrusion was intrusion, after all. She pursed her lips for a moment, once again in thought as she glanced over her shoulder, sniffing the air to ensure no other had decided to take their place nearby. Then, she spoke once more, her lips pulled back into a compassionate grin.

"So, is that why you've come back? To see him again? Your secret is safe with me - I've just been sent, you see, to work out what's going on."