I cannot help but smirk at her words, retorting with an effortless cadence. "A name stolen from a weak man and thus, when I shed such weakness, I shed such a name." I am surprised to hear it however. It reaffirms who she is though: one could not mistake that shade of rust, I suppose, but it is her knowledge that dates her. But it also begs the question as to why she has returned after so long.

I watch her closely, noting her hesitation but allowing it to slip by unnnoticed before she begins to address the unspoken question. My ear flickers at the mention of a season or two, a brow raising in silent inquiry. "Your gift of prey would best be spent on Glorall's youth - a fair trade, no?" At least there is some benefit to be had in such a way and so, there would be eyes on her nonetheless. Children are persistent creatures, endlessly observant and unashamed to share all that they see and hear. Tucked away, she may be, but she will never be entirely out of sight or mind. I am sure she knows that though - there is no pack in this world that would allow a temporary resident absolute freedom.

Nonetheless, I offer her a simple nod, feeling her tension in the very air. It is not the time for pleasantries and if I am honest, I am glad. There are more pressing matters than a single woman with nowhere else to go. "Find yourself a place where you so desire," I state simply with another stout nod of affirmation, "perhaps we have things to discuss in the future but for now, tend to yourself." I will not waste healers on an unwell wolf who intends only to rest and bide their time. She is but a means to an end of feeding several children for the time being - maybe she will become something more but for now, there is the matter of he with the ember eyes.