Paxton had been pleasant, and Visenya hadn't been able to decide whether or not it made her feel guiltier, or a little less so. It wasn't completely surprising though, she thought. Anybody who took the time to venture out just to visit some graves...Well, they had to be a certain kind of wolf, right? They had to have a certain level of empathy, or something like that. Even if she felt guiltier, Visenya at least felt a little more comfortable knowing he hadn't been too disturbed by her presence, or that if he had, he could at least let it go for the time being. It made her breathe out quietly in relief, and her posture quickly followed suit.

She had been a bit distracted though, lost in her own thoughts, but she couldn't help but notice the surprise in his voice when she mentioned the interesting times they found themselves in. Then again, she had been absent for some time in the past, so perhaps she had become unaccustomed to what Moladion wolves considered interesting. Life outside Moladion had been rough at times, but by not being part of a pack for so long, Visenya had for the most part avoided many political and social conflicts. To her, they did seem new. But for somebody born and raised in a pack? She grinned to herself and shook her head...Of course, Paxton likely saw things differently to her. Besides, it had been the horror at her mother's injuries that had sent her running from Moladion. Even so many years after, the call of a challenge made her heart race with wild, uncontrollable thoughts. If anything, Paxton had only made Visenya more aware of the fact that all of her time spent training and exploring outside Moladion had not entirely mended those parts of her.

"Spirane, Asteraia, Diveen, Taviora... It feels like there's a challenge waiting around every corner right now. I swear I even heard one from somewhere down near the moors, near Iromar." She tried to sound casual, or at least simply observational rather than concerned but...Well, she couldn't completely hide her concerns. Even her eyes darted back behind them momentarily, some instinctual reminder to check that they weren't being followed. After all, Visenya didn't know the whereabouts of any of the challengers, the would-be usurpers...She quickly corrected her posture. Rather, she straightened, walked a little more confidently. It wouldn't do them well to look vulnerable, like easy targets.

"I'm Visenya, by the way," she said after a moment. It might have been rude to have followed him, but it seemed ruder to do so and then not even bother introducing herself. Besides, that was a good start to becoming a real, integrated member of Spirane, wasn't it? Even if she had been born there, it didn't make her a real member just by virtue of birth. No, she had to work for it. Her mother, Daenerys, had always emphasized the importance of proving one's self rather than simply relying on birth rights alone.

"You said...you usually don't run into anyone out there. Then, you go out there often?" She asked with a tilt of her head and an eagerness in her eyes, though her brows furrowed slightly too. How often, she wondered, did he visit those graves? In part, she wanted to know so that she could gauge her own inattention to her deceased (and, she supposed missing) family. How often should she have been visiting them? Thinking of them? Yet, she couldn't just ask outright, could she?