I know it is important to connect with Glorall's younger wolves. It is difficult, however, for at times I feel beyond even my own years, weathered by the stresses of life. Yet, I must prioritize. At this moment, Thor is one such priority - he is clever and capable, a more than suitable member of Glorall and, if I must consider the future, eventually a potential leader within the hierarchy. I ought to garner his allegience so that my own children, in time, may do the same if they so desire power.

I am eager to listen to him, then, as he explains his motives. I allow myself to the moment of peace, slowing my breathing as I feel the salt in my lungs. When he responds, my ear flickers forward and I cannot help but grin the slightest bit in amusement. "Clever, I think," I say with a roll of my shoulders before I tilt my head, stretching out my limbs while I do so, "one might say it is very much the same technique we use to hunt the deer or sheep of the plains, don't you think?" My head tilts to its opposite axis as the question leaves my lips, my grin still in place as I motion for him to follow me along the shoreline, the sand a welcomed feeling in my paws.

"I must be frank," I begin then, turning suddenly to face him as I beckon him to my side, walking this time as equals, "that there is more to why I sought you today. I did not seek to only test your strength and speed -" though I am sure he knows this already, my head given to nod in confirmation of his assertions, "and so, I find myself curious." I pause then, glancing back towards the pack's mainland as we had begun towards the borders. "As a child, you were given to diplomacy, to crafty words and peace talks. It is a curious, don't you think, to return after so long with a thirst for something else?" I blink sharply, the giveaway of my expectancy, but I say no more and prod no further. I will allow him to fill in these gaps, to let me in however much he so desires. For now, at least, he may very well have questions of his own.