Talien moves with caution towards the growing gathering of wolves. Here and there, she caught sight of a familiar face or two. Raven tipped ears flicker back and forth as she listens and observes, hanging back as the others approach the feast laid out by Mara Sov. Zelda is here, as Talien expected she would be. As the guardian of Taviora, Zelda earned the right to dine first, but it was clear that like herself, Zelda was here to socialize.

Silver blue eyes glitter with recognition as the bright red Halcyon and his son move forward to speak to Zelda. Once again, she feels the tingling sentation of fear and loneliness as it lingers upon her heart. Although Nenetl would often come and visit her and even share her den from time to time, for the most part Talien was still alone. Her heart still belonged to Dexter, but his... his to the mute black huntress Tuari. Insecurity bears its nasty self, the flavor leaving her stomach in knots... but no, she would not succumb. She was stronger than that. Knowing Zelda is nearby, and other Taviora wolves are a comfort and she lets the closeness wrap around her like the cool evening breeze. A soft sigh escapes her lips now as she turns her gaze to the wolf nearest to her, a dark colored female who smelled strongly of the oceans of Glorall, and smiles warmly. "Hello! You are from Glorall are you not?" she inquires curiously, suddenly wondering if the woman knew of her imprint Thor..