Submission used to be a captivating thing, then a boring thing, but now? It is simply strange. I feel as if such kinds of wolves are a disappearing breed - many grow bolder now, many more like Blackthorne are born each and every winter. This one, though? Hardly. She reminds me another though I cannot place it - perhaps her familarity is something else. It is in the scent of flowers, an air of caution despite a lack of fear behind the eyes...familiar yet difficult to place. Perhaps some part of me sees Ehiyeh - then again, perhaps it is simply because I wish to find something familiar.

"Tikal. I am Eden, the Fortitude of Glorall. I know not your parents - your blood means less here, you understand. It is you and not your lineage that Glorall concerns itself with." Though my voice is passive, I lock eyes with her for a moment to drive the point home - if those names, the names of her family, bring about grudge or baggage, she must leave it behind. But her honesty is, at leat, refreshing. I have no doubt Nari will appreciate a woman like this around if not just because she lacks the same...haunting presence of many others here. But ah, I get ahead of myself. I should not permit myselt to become complacent.

"If you have survived so long then you are less inexperienced than you believe," I correct her, my lip twitching up into an amused smirk. "Many places can offer a home, a family, experience. Why the shoreside land?" There is no malice in my voice - rather, unadultered curiosity. My brow rises in inquiry and I allow myself to relax my posture, coaxing her out of her submission. A nervous wolf is just as prone as lying, after all.