I am fast to note that she has a different feel than the others of Taviora - an indifference, perhaps? I make note in any case, putting aside her scent and face for another day. After all, Glorall is always hungry for fresh meat. Sometimes I find myself bored with the idea what one must remain where they are born, such is the way that they become stuck in an environment that does not foster their potential. But such is Moladion, no?

A ball. The idea brings my brow to rise and I find myself quite curious about the proposal; is Zelda hoping to bring all the packs together once more? I can't help but feel wicked delight at the prospect of forcing those such as Aster to vite their tongues till they bleed. In any case, I offer her a pleasant grin in response, curious about her apparent desire to put her time here to rest so quickly. "Glorall is happy to have received such an invitation," I dip my head in affirmation before I tilt my head slowly, "I suppose my only question is to you, Mara Sov. Does this place bother you? More often than not, those that visit seek to see the ocean or taste the salt and yet, not you." My lips purse momentarily on you, a heaviness to the word as my eyes move to meet hers with the same probing nature of her own.

I remain where I am, unwavering despite her intention to leave; if she is to do so, allow her to do so without my graces. Until then, she has made the mistake of being neither of the type that generally comes to our borders: she is no curious soul wishing to trek about an unknown land and nor is she a wolf who has come with accusation or suspicion.