I lift a brow at her name, perplexed momentarily by the simplicity of it - the implied violence - and yet, such a name seems suitable. If she was in the right place, she would not even need to speak to show somebody her name. It fits her for that purpose, I think. I recompose my features, offering her an understanding nod and pushing a lip back slightly into a half-grin. It's akin to friendliness, I suppose. It's often difficult to inject expression into my face, its muscles intent on remaining passive. I do my best though for I am fast becoming aware that she thrives on unspoken language. She seems to respond positively to it, whereas her voice is rough and unused. I have never met a wolf quite like it. It is a curious thing. It itches my insides to think that I may not entirely understand her past or purpose, her limited words stifling and frustrating and yet, endearing all the same. She almost reminds me of Achlys.

I wait a moment for her to become more comfortable before I choose to return, motioning towards myself with my muzzle as I allow my posture to further slump into relaxation. My tail remains curved however, unwilling to relinquish its dominance despite it all. "Eden," I state, now almost rid of the name Castor entirely. I have no reason to hide anymore, especially to a wolf I have interest in.

She speaks again now, her words short and disjointed but I am quick to create context for them. I glance behind her into the world beyond, tilting my head slightly before returning my eyes to her. There is nobody behind her - no children, no hidden mate. She comes alone and I cannot help but wonder if it is by choice or not. After all, her pelt has no suggestion of another pack, stale or fresh. It is a rare thing for true loners to seek a different lifestyle. "If you want family," I begin, unable to condense this offer into simpler terms though I try, "Glorall can be yours." I fall silent then, glancing back into the internals of the territory, breathing in the scent of the others that call such a place home. It is a sincere offer and one that extends to each member of the seaside territory. Many of us lack family, or some part of it, be it by choice or not and so, we must do our best to foster one another's wellbeing and strengths. Of course, I am inclined to believe those that do not need such support to be the strongest but I have... come to understand that not all can be as such. Strength comes in many forms. Sometimes, it simply cannot exist alone.

"You seem," I begin suddenly, my eyes meeting hers now once more as I sniff at her wearily again, "...not happy." I narrow my eyes slightly, unsure as to whether such words were the correct one's to use and yet, I proceed nonetheless. Her arrival was not one of great joy or determination but rather, she had felt tense in the air. I do my best to extend some warmth to her now. I must show her that this place is where she ought to be if she so desires. Besides, it is always a good idea to... practice emotions, to practice concern.