The sun was setting, its last rays painting streaks of vibrant reds and oranges across the horizon which mixed and melded with the deep purples and blues of coming night. She sat watching the display contentedly, no one could deny that Glorall boasted spectacular views if you knew where to look for them. Sunsets were always her favorite and the silent woman could often be found atop one of the sand dunes in the evenings listening to the waves beating their ceaseless rhythm against the shore. Her focus was pulled from the sky’s display, however, as her soul alerted her that he was near. She had felt him constantly since the day they had met at the gathering, sometimes closer and at other times very far. It was an interesting feeling to be so aware of another who was little more than a stranger to her were it not for the connection fate had thrust upon them.

She does not move toward him, rather she watches as his white form appears on the beach. Her light brows quirk in amusement that he was so bold as to enter the pack rather brazenly, though technically she had invited him even if she hadn’t made mention of that to anyone else since her return. Her sky blue eyes still follow him however, knowing that he would have no trouble finding her both by her dark body in contrast to the sand and the inexplicable pull that tied them together.

How Eden might react to his presence cause the corners of her mouth to twitch upwards. She was always curious especially in the field of cause and reaction. Not only was a strange male traipsing about his pack but he was her imprint, a fact Eden may well have uncovered for she had long realized he had many ways of finding information without her knowing of it. Either way the large white wolf would not fly under his radar long if she had to guess.