His accented tones would pull her attention toward him, and the albino would greet the grey man with a tip of her head. Lady, she was a stranger to such formalities - it was enough to lure a small smile out of her. The woman would silently note that he seemed happy to see her - did he find her presence as familiar and friendly as she did his own? "Thank you Alsander." She would return his greeting, finally, with words of her own.
Realizing it was she who called this meeting together, her magenta eyes would widen slightly as she began to speak. Heaven forbid she show up and have nothing to say, or be rude to the fluffy lupine before her. "I came to see you, I should have sought you out as soon as the storm passed. Taurig and his family are fine."'And so am I.' She had wondered how he and his pack was doing, hoped that they were alright and had possibly evacuated Nephilim before the storm could take it's toll on the area and any wolves within. Her concern was more for him, though, than she liked to admit - it was his visage that came to mind whenever she thought about Valhalla and it's well fare. The pack itself was kind, but her services to it ended with Tortuga's disbandment... only to be something that she would willingly give even still because it was Alsander's home.
"Is... everything alright?" The woman would ask, looking over him with the same curiously concerned gaze as he was giving her. Valhalla was a large pack, so there seemed to consistently be something happening with its members. It didn't seem that they had been dabbling in anything too violent though, as Alsander was uninjured.
