The girl who approaches in answer to her call is not at all who Talien expected to see. Confusion flickers through her silver blue eyes now as the female moves towards her at an easy pace, her pretty head cocking to one side as she settles easily into place alongside Talien's own silver white frame. Tension builds instinctively in her slight frame, as the pale woman momentarily considers moving away, placing a considerable distance between herself and this unknown female. After all, it was not just her life at risk now, as is evident by the noticeable swell of her belly... she had pups coming soon to consider for and a wound to her could no doubt prove to be dangerous to her children as well.

His scent.

It is his scent that clings to the girl's coat now, Thor.

Now it is her turn to cock her proud head in confusion as silver blue eyes linger upon the woman as she speaks, stating the rather obvious fact that she was indeed not her fated imprint. It is his scent that staved off the wariness that clings to her soul and instead replaced it with confusion. His scent covered her, molding with the woman's own in much the same way as Dexter's strong scent still clung to her own coat. Her voice is even and cautious, wary even and Talien cannot help but to flicker her ears in understanding... they were strangers who apparently shared a common bond and yet without the presence of the obsidian male to explain, they were strangers none the less.

She offers the woman a gentle smile, her own light tenured voice breaking the silence that had built up like tension between them. "It is a pleasure Inanna..." she begins, pausing for a moment to collect her words as her silver white plume beats a gentle wag against the snow covered earth. "I had thought it was Thor who wandered these fields today but I see now I was mistaken." she speaks, careful to keep her tones even and void of the questions that lurched in her mind. Who was she? Why did she smell like her imprint? Should she care? Was she supposed to? Like a torrential downpour the questions haunted her thoughts, encompassed her soul and threatened to drown her in their depths. But her heart beat, the pups moved... a constant reminder of the hansom brown and tan wolf with his piercing jade eyes... her salvation.

"Forgive me, my name is Talien...." she finished, letting her words fade in the moment as she eyes Inanna carefully, "You must be from his pack, you smell of him and the ocean he calls home." she inquires, careful to place her words just so... intent on learning more of this female and what knowledge she had to offer.