His den was empty. She wasn’t concerned necessarily, but she was intrigued having come to visit him with a proposal regarding her position as Wildfire. After nosing around in inside of his abandoned home, lingering in a place that housed her scent as well which added question to her intrigue, it was enough to cause her to exit the and trail his scent. It led her toward the heart of Glorall where the tall sand grasses grew in more abundance and even a palmetto tree could be seen providing a bit of rare shade. She kept her pace at a slow trot, no need to rush as there wasn’t any imminent danger or reason to run to his side she was merely interested to see where and possibly why he had chosen to move.

She paused when as he finally came into view just as she rounded one of the larger bushes though she lingered just out of sight behind it. A smirk pulled at the corner of her lips to see him working so, just as she had been toiling in her own den not long ago. People thought of him as an alpha, as a great ruler and no doubt that he was but in these moments he was merely another wolf and it amused her, though not quite so much as the scent of a strange wolf that the wind brought in her direction. She lowered her body slightly toward the ground, the wind keeping her own scent blowing the opposite direction as her pale blue eyes sparked at the soft voice though so brash that interrupts Eden.

There is something about the black and gold masked woman that ruffled the dark hackles on her back, without words as a crutch she had become very good at reading others quickly. Still this was not her issue nor would she ever consider that Eden would need her help in such a situation and so she was quite content to see how this all played out. Her striking gaze flicked back to Eden as he straightened himself, poised as an alpha should be while he took her measure for himself and she was eager to see his verdict.

It didn’t take long naturally and she watched the contours of his body shift in such contrast to what she was familiar with, the stiffness of his steps and the tenseness in his voice that even a blind wolf could see and a deaf wolf could hear. Her dark ears flick at the Latin that rolls from his tongue and causes her head to tilt slightly as she waited to see the stranger’s next move.