Inanna heard the call of his name and for a second felt a pang of feminine jealousy that she quickly tried to smother. It hurt to hear his name on the voice of another female, knowing there would be something between the two of them she could never be to him. Just as Rufio was connected to her in a way that was unexplainable just as it was unavoidable. There was a deep pulse she felt at the thought of Rufio’s lopsided smile. It was nothing compared to the burning fire that lit through her at the shine in Thor’s eyes. No sound came from her lips as she moved to meet the voice that called to her...friend…

The snowy white body blended in with the surrounding as she padded up to the stranger. Her demeanor was not outwardly friendly, unsure of what kind of greeting and reception she would receive. There was not outward aggression, however. Simple curiosity, if maybe tense curiosity at that. This was the woman, she assumed, shared a soul with the wolf who had been sharing her den since his return to Moladion. As she looked at the silvery female. A darker, possessive side of her wanted to hate this woman. Snarl and tell her to stay away from Thor. But she simply could not, not with her own Imprint always in the corner of her mind. Her head tilting slightly to the side she settled herself next to Talien and exhaled audibly through her mouth. I am sorry, I am not Thor. My name is Inanna, who are you? Though she had already leapt to assumptions, she would not voice them until they were confirmed. It was not hard to guess who, or what, exactly Inanna was considering the density of her scent. At this point it was their personalities and reactions that were the deeper mysteries to the two women.