Talien was doing her best to be useful to Zelda. The beautiful russet guardian had been nothing but kind to her since the moment she stepped foot in Taviora. She had been a stranger to these lands then, a loner simply following in the footsteps of a wolf she had felt an immediate connection for. Dexter had been her first friend, her first true love and a confidant that she sorely missed. Though she tried not to let the jealousy in her heart blame him, she missed the connection she felt when he had been around.

Since choosing Tuari as his mate, he had kept his distance, trying to let her heal but healing the heart was not something so easily done. Scars could heal, wounds could manage to close and in time even the fur could cover the mark that had once been. Her heart... that was something entirely different. Her heart hung onto the wound that his choice had opened. Each time she saw him, saw the happiness in his eyes as he lovingly dotted upon the black mute huntress... it hurt. Though the dreams were becoming less frequent, still her mind was haunted by the thoughts of what could have been... what she thought would have been.

Part of her wanted to leave Taviora, to run and hide among the wilds and try to avoid him and his pack at all costs... but that was not fair to Zelda... it was not fair to her children. Thought Etzli and Nenetl were now grown seeking out their own paths in life and in Taviora... they could not help how they had been brought into this world and she knew it was not fair to abandon them. She had tried it... once. And the connection between mother and child was too strong. She had found her way back here... found her way back to her pack that had welcomed her so openly and to the children that she had vowed to adore and love without condition.

Talien let a soft sigh escape her lips, ruffling the silver white furs of her tail curled nearly over her muzzle. She was doing better, at least that was how she felt anyway. She had even managed to hunt with Dexter and Tuari without tossing out any venomous glances towards the black female. Grant it she was not about to go look for her and share her deepest darkest secrets or try to form a tightly bonded friendship with Dexter's mate... but at least she had proven to herself that she could be around them... together.

The shuffle of pawsteps catch her ears and bring Talien away from the cloud of memories that threaten to envelop her. Brilliant silver blue shift as she takes in the stranger's approach. Lips part as Talien lets her olfactory senses take in the woman's scent, her tail thumping against the exposed earth at the scents of pine and fir that cling to her. She is Taviora blood. Her greeting is friendly and as manners dictate immediately Talien finds herself rising to a seated position, a warm smile dancing across her silver maw. Greetings friend!" she barks, a new sense of excitement bubbling beneath her skin. She had tried for so long now to fit in and find her foothold here in the pack. She had had Dexter... for a time. With him came pups that too had been born into the pack. Everyone was kind to her but try as she might she still felt like an outsider. Tuari had been born into this pack, or so Dexter had told her, even he himself too. He had shown her his mother's grave... one that lay not far from her very den but she had not chosen it for this reason... well perhaps part of it, but she would never admit it. A part of her felt like if she was close to his mother's final resting place, that she would feel some sense of belonging... Dexter had told her how much his mother would have loved to meet her and well, deep down, she hoped that was true.

Isolde. That was the name she offered and Talien dipped her proud head gently in acknowledgment, letting the syllables slide across her mind's voice for memories sake. "Isolde... its is a pleasure to meet a fellow packmate. My name is Talien." she says, her long silver white tail once more thumping against the earth. She smiles warmly at the woman's next words. Silver blue eyes sparkle against the brilliant sunlight that filtered into her small meadow of wildflowers. She dips her head in a nod, letting her gaze travel to the east where she knew Glorall and her imprint lived. She had not thought the scent of the ocean clung to her fur but she had been making extra trips there lately to ensure that Thor did not feel alone or forgotten. She may not love him so intensely as felt for Dexter or he for Inanna... but there was still a love that thrummed strongly through their imprint bond. "I have. My im.... my friend lives in Glorall and he has felt sad lately so I have been visiting him a lot more than usual lately." she finishes, stretching her head to give her shoulder fur a quick sniff. She snorted, it was there, faint... but the salty tang of the ocean still clung to her fur... she would have to get rid of it at some point soon. She was not exactly a fan of the salt water... but Thor had proven to her that it did manage to provide for him and his pack and the spoils could be quite tasty.

A single dial twitches as Talien lets her silver blue eyes turn back to the russet colored female standing before her. "Did you grow up near the ocean?"