The greeting that she received from the other forrest wolf was rather pleasant as it was friendly and it could not have pleased Isolde more. With her red earth toned tail wagging behind her, she's making herself comfortable relaxing and coming closer to the other wolf before coming to a full stop several feet away. When Isolde mentions the ocean the main reaction Talien gives- for that was her name offered- is mild surprise but it's not that out of the ordinary. For while several of the pack lands border some of the seashore, not all of them do.

There would be wolves who had yet to visit the vast sea but Isolde was not one of those wolves. She held many memories when it came to the ocean and much like the tangy salt scent she had always been bold. This daughter of Iblis and Rhae was not shy, and it showed. "I did indeed- I grew up in Asteraia when my Father Iblis was King, and my Mother Rhae was Queen." Though there is pride in her voice at the mention of her parents, it lacks any vanity that perhaps others of late royalty may possess. She did not miss being a princess; she'd always felt more comfortable as the protector than the protected, but she did miss her family. She missed them immensely. She knew that some of them still remained- Halcyon and Yami were some of the most present wolves in the forrest pack and Isolde couldn't be happier in scenting her brother and nephew whenever she happened upon their trails. She had even skirted the southern most border of Taviora- which was not often- she could swear there were small but present traces of her oldest sibling and sister, Gaia. Siblings were a quest for another day, for the ocean held precedent in these moments as did particularly fond memories of Rhae.

"Though it is mostly flat and grassy, with wildflowers abound that would take your breath away, there is a small bay with a very safe beach, safe enough for all to enjoy. It's beautiful there." Isolde ends with a smile on her face for her own family had spent much of their time in that very same sanctuary. It could be best described as gratitude, what she feels toward her pack mate in these moments. She's grateful that there is a manner in which she may fondly remember them, without the usual sadness and the pain. It felt good to share with another. It piqued her own curiosity as well, and the manner in which Talien referred to her friend in Glorall has her even more curious. "To be close to those you love and care for, and to do just that- love and care for them, is one of the greatest gifts we know. I'm glad your friend has someone like you." Throughout its history Taviora had always been a peaceful pack, and the wolves that dwelled in the forest and called it home were typically peaceful themselves.

Beside that, Isolde had always been a relatively good judge of character, and she knew she liked Talien from the moment she saw her. She was comfortable in their conversation an in one another's presence and she very much looked forward to what their future friendship would hold in store for them. Wishing to know more of her pack mate, she does not hesitate to ask her questions. "This friend of yours in Glorall, how did you meet?" It was a simple question, and Isolde was more than happy to listen to any story Talien might have to tell. Though if she would rather not share, she would understand that as well and merely move on to another topic the both of them could enjoy together.