She recognizes him.

Not in a sense that one might expect. Not in the same way she would recognize Dexter if he were to suddenly appear and join their little gathering. No. It is something deeper and much harder to explain.

He is like a distant memory working itself back to the present. Like a dream made reality. Déjà vu. His approach is almost brushed off as the approach of just another coming to answer the summons call she sang. She had turned to him... and that recognition washed over her. She inquired more about him, determined to discover the true meaning of why it was he felt so familiar... so comforting... but deep down she knew. He was her other half... her soul... her imprint.

Her attention drifts to the male Mags and she turns to fix the wolf with a confused smile. There was some internal fight, the struggle for control as clearly written upon his features as the different tones that fall from his lips. It is strange, he is strange and yet she feels a sense of compassion for him, wanting to reassure Mags that there was nothing to fear here. She does not reach for him, but instead inclines her proud head towards him, silver blue eyes glittering, "No worries friend, I too am still a nomad to this place... but from what I have seen, marauders and gypsies like us are welcome." she murmurs, offering him a wink before continuing again, "No liars or murderers here at least." she finishes before turning back to Thor... drawn to his eyes of deep moss colored green. Given time, she is sure that she would find herself lost in the depths of his eyes and she resists the urge to move nearer to him. His very presence is the physical embodiment of her comfort and what nervousness or anxiety she had felt seems to disappear with his nearness.

She inclines her head towards him now, a single raven tipped dial flickering in his direction as she offers him a tender albeit shy grin. "I have never seen waters that big before..." she continues, pausing for a moment as her words drift off before continuing again. "Perhaps my travels will find myself in Glorall one day... I think I would enjoy seeing such a sight."

More wolves approach and reluctantly she draws her attention away from Thor to fix upon the newcomers. The brindled male with his tattered ear and half tail unnerved her a bit. His strangely beautiful coat draws attention to him, and yet he is careful to loop around the gathering without a word spoken aloud. Unlike the other black male Navarre, who seemed outspoken and sure of himself, this male does not, but his eyes read into everything that is being said an done. Silver blue eyes gleam as she turns to him, fixing him with a steady stare, pointed ears lifted to lock him within her senses. "You are from a pack as well are you not? Your scent does not seem familiar to me." she inquires, pausing a moment before continuing again. "My name is Talien." she says, this time turning her sharp eyes to the two other females who approached but lingered on the outskirts of the growing group. Her silver white tail lifts now, brushing back and forth in slow motion welcoming them both to join the gathering without fear or concern of harm. She shifts now, moving closer to Thor to make room for the others should they wish to venture closer to join the conversation. "We were just discussing the different packs... care to join us?" she inquires, inclining her head slightly towards the two females before turning back to Thor, Orb, Zelda and Navarre, a friendly grin spreading across her ash dusted labrums, "I'm afraid that like you Orb I have not been here long enough to decide upon what pack to join. My friend Dexter invited me to visit his home in Taviora... but I have not made my way there just yet." she continues, letting her voice trail off as her gaze instinctively drifts back to Thor, watching...