The wind is...a bother. I have moved from my usual place by the shoreline, the foam and sea whipped into a flurry by the gusts that batter the ridge. Such winds are not uncommon in the spring and yet...they are not often so persistent. A storm, yes, but not this. It only seeks to compound my frustrations for I have taken to keeping Nari, the children and as many others as I can away from the borders lest the other packs grow as insolent as Aster.

At least the wind only howls here. It is a persistent sound but tolerable at least. I cannot help but think there is another howl in the wind though and it takes me some time to comprehend that there is a visitor by the borders; I am quick to rise, aware that I have kept this stranger waiting yet...where is the harm in such things? Perhaps I am too generous with my company when they come calling. Perhaps I ought to better employ an emissary. I cannot help but smirk at the thought but it is simply that: a thought to entertain me as I move through the underbrush with practiced ease, keeping close to the larger trees in order to resist this seemingly nonstop storm.

I am about to call out when I see her, seemingly struggling momentarily with the bramble that litters Glorall's coast. I can't help but snort in agitation with a glance towards the trees that bend and sway. In any case, I smirk in amusement as she composes herself almost effortlessly, returning to her station and settling down; it is then that I make my presence known with a short bark of greeting, sauntering through until I find a position sheltered from the wind. I motion to her, welcoming her to do the same...otherwise, who knows how much the wind will drown out. Besides, she does not seem like a threat. Instead, she is a Taviora wolf, no? They hardly seem to come baring ill will.

When she comes, I motion for her to speak. I have grown weary, after all, of newcomers and other packs. Who can blame me? The last time a wolf came from another pack to Glorall, they decided to vanish and have themselves killed.