It is not too often that new wolves come to these borders seeking anything more than a scrap of food or easy passage elsewhere. I cannot say why - perhaps it is that they misunderstand the shore. They see my reluctance for alliance as a betrayal; they see neutrality as chaos. Whatever the case, they see a more fulfilling life (it seems) under the fist of others, never to see their own individuality to fruition. Just a number, never a name. And so, I am pleased in a sense to find this woman here. Young, healthy, keen eyes. It is a good sign and yet, I still must be cautious. For every healthy, keen eyed wolf, there is one with eyes too keen.

I am not surprised to find Tristan watching diligently. It seems he is making efforts to see his ambition through. I wonder if he is aware that this strange wolf, Dieloch, has come seeking the very same position; he is already a father, Dieloch, and perhaps he has years of experience. Yet, I see only Tristan here now. There is more said with that simple action than the former actions of another. I will be certain to remember this situation and what he says - as he watches me, I also watch him in my peripherals. I watch for any flinch or twitch, any indication that he has picked up on anything else that might elude me. So far, he seems comfortable and so, I allow myself to feign the same comfort, softening as best as I can though there is still a rigidity in my limbs and muscles. When he grows curious, I nod towards him. It is a curious thing to say, after all, and so I am curious for such an answer too.

There is familiarity to her, after all. It is not in her scent but rather the creases of her face; the shape of it, perhaps, or the way it holds expression. I am curious of that alone, let alone how she is somehow linked to Glorall. I know she is not of Tesseract's blood for she is too large and distinctly separate to him; Cersei is here, too. If she had sensed a sibling, I have no doubt she would have taken to the borders long before Tristan or I. In a sense, she operates as a watch dog for that threat. This woman, however? Who is to say? "I care little for family affiliation, you must understand. Still, I am curious. Your parents are?" I allow her the space to answer such a question, waiting as patiently as possible though the desire to know has increased with this alleged return. However, I am quick to bring our conversation back to the now of it all: "Perhaps a more important question, however, is what I shall call you."