She's quiet, intentionally so it seems. She only reveals herself when she desires, or perhaps I've grown more complacent than anticipated on this day. In any case, her voice finds me first. I find her then, lifting my head as I turn towards her with a single raised brow. She's a new face - she's no child and no elder, and so the newness of her face is easy to notice. Moladion is, after all, rampant with many familiar names and bloodlines, easily read in the faces or eyes of others. Yet, not so much hers. I find that curious enough - curious enough, at least, to keep me intrigued despite her the dryness of her question.

I watch her closely as she steps forward. Cautious, is she? I smirk to myself for I doubt I truly appear threatening and neither does she, so why the caution? I shrug away the thought. "Less the weather and more the memories it inspires," I call back to her, rising so that I am seated now as I stretch out my paws once more into the water. I motion to her with a jerk of my muzzle. If she's come this close, then there's no point in her stepping about so cautiously, right? We're both close enough to clear the distance and take a swing if either of us so desired - might as well make the distance a more comfortable once.

"You're a new face -" but I break into a toothed grin as the wind shifts and brings her scent to me - "but there's something familiar there." The borders, no? It's subtle but I'm sure I can sense the smell of river-mud and coastal plants somewhere in her fur. Glorall? Asteraia? Diveen, perhaps? Whoever she is, and as new as she may be, it seems she isn't exactly a stranger to the land at least.