Ah, a new call? In such times, it is unusual. It is neither one of political summonings nor one of implied aggression - new, completely and wholly new, this voice is. And so I ensure I am the first and fastest to respond, cutting across the territory to intercept before any curious eyes might find their way to Glorall's borders. Sometimes, I must admit, having such close neighbors is quite the bother. It is not Arturio that I worry will sniff out a newcomer but rather Blackthorne - he has been quiet lately, after all, something I doubt can last long.

I find her eventually, a slight pant to my breath as I finally break the tree line and begin loping towards her. I take my time watching her now that I am aware that she is alone; I do not recognize her face and her scent tells me nothing though she smells of wildflowers. No pack, I suppose, and no recent contact with many others...so I must wonder why she has come here. I have no doubt my curiosity is obvious enough as I finally take pause in front of her, my head tilting slightly as I meet her eyes.

"Welcome to Glorall, stranger," I finally greet her as my head straightens, the smallest inclination towards a nod of greeting. "Though, I hope your position of stranger shall not last long." I invite her to make herself known though I do my best to ensure I do not sound all too...suspicious of her. Even as a loner, she surely knows just how strange a place Moladion has become.