There is something peculiar about the way she appears on the shoreline - at peace, I think one might say. She is, at least, free from the usual tension that an intruder might possess, comfortable instead upon a land foreign to her. It is a thing to take note of and so, I do just that. Yet, I do not dwell too much on such a thing but rather, I allow myself to become interested in her rather than the question itself. Perhaps the answer will be an even more curious thing, something that ought to speak volumes of her nature or, perhaps, there is something else. Whatever the case, I am bound by more than just duty to discover all that I can about her. Curiosity is more an instinct than a trait within me.

The second thing I notice about her is her confidence. It is the unspoken kind, one that comes naturally it seems; she stands without cowardice, her eyes meeting mine coolly. She speaks just as confidently. Her words allow me to take pause, taking my position a short distance away as I lift my head slightly, taking on a more dominant posture as opposed to the predatory kind now. I tilt my head slowly at her introduction, my eyes flickering with quiet delight at her mention of my name. It would surprise many, I feel, to discover just how many come to these borders expecting me to introduce myself or - strangely so - those that refuse to acknowledge that they recognize my musk upon the borders that they cross.

"There is something familiar about the name," I state as my head returns to a neutral position, my eyes unwavering upon her own, "should there be?" Familiar, that is. It is a name heard in passing perhaps, a name lost among the others maybe so but there is something in it that piques a memory, a thought, a curiosity. I am intense, this is I know, with my words sharp and eyes sharper so and yet, there is no malice in my words, simply the serated edge of a captivated curiosity. For now, my teeth are concealed.