She wasn’t sure how this meeting would go, it was simply she wanted to try to do something for her family and to continue to honor her mother best she could. Her mind kept going to what she knew about Castor-Eden, and it wasn’t a lot the male still was generally a mystery even though he was an alpha it felt like she knew little to nothing of him. She could tell he could fight though, he won a challenge, two of them in fact. One to gain the land and another to defend it so he clearly was an adept fighter. It made her think of her Lucero then, where he could be and what he was doing. She missed him dearly but she missed Midna more perhaps. It was probably the stubborn girls own wish to follow her father and not his will but Zeltzin couldn’t help but worry about her little imp. Surely he would come back to her just as he always did it just took a bit of time. He had a lot of things to think about after his parents had died and his heart was filled with a hunger for revenge… something she couldn’t blame him for.

She had to let go though. She had to think of the here and now especially as the figure of the male was spotted coming around the corner. She was a little shocked at first by his appearance. Not because his wounds but his scent, his entire look at first glance. Perhaps it was simply because he was her imprint but it was impossible for her to not see the similarities in features, especially now that she was older, with Eden and Anselm. Her heart gave an involuntary flutter at first before she realized quite quickly he was not him. She hadn’t seen her follower in quite some time she didn’t even know where he had gone but one thing was for sure. Like how Eden broke down her appearance in comparison to her brother and father she could do the same. He was related to Anselm that was certain. Perhaps it was because she never been so close to him, never met him face to face but she saw it now. She wouldn’t let it concern her not yet at least. The fact was irrelevant at this point in time anyway she had to do something and as his not so Anselm voice flowed from him she was happy that there were so many differences already between the two.

She places the bag at her paws before looking up at the taller brute as he spoke. She gave a quiet nod letting him continue to speak as she could tell he was not finish. ”I am not much of an emissary, but I am a healer. We were uncertain if you had a well-trained one but based on the state of your wounds it would appear you are in fine paws. Your healer appears to be one of great skill.” She says giving the brute a smile despite his own stony look. That was something he and his likely brother did share, this lack of emotion it was unsettling but familiar to the young wolfess anymore. ”That being said I suppose my coming here is mute unless there is something I can aide you with since I am here?” There was no harm in asking right? She wasn’t sure what she could help with, what to talk with him about questions regarding his origin and his likely relation to her imprint were biting at her tongue it would be a good way to learn not only about Eden but Anselm as well if they were indeed related.