When the initial howl had rung out, Sen was not within the territory, but she had heard it. With her distance away, she'd paid it no mind, leaving the job of greeting the guest to Depp. Continue she had, intent on skirting the farthest reaches of the territory and then heading somewhere towards the coast. It'd been a while since she'd last seen it, after all, and so she felt it was time she felt the freezing water wrap around her legs once more. Some more distance had been covered prior to the hybrid's howl slicing through the air, but the emergency brake had been pulled the second it touched the woman's ears even still. She was not concerned about the other's well-being, but after combining that with the previous one, she'd formed a conclusion: Seadog had a potential recruit at their borders, and Depp had not been the first to arrive. A silent snarl overtook her face, annoyed and frustrated, before turning and heading back in the direction of her land.

Lucky was Rain that the serpent had not been near enough to hear her words, for had she, the results would have been less than desirable. Never quick to fight, but she would always defend herself, especially when it was a being she viewed as lesser calling her out. When Sen had arrived, though, her gaze had darted immediately towards the wolfdog, a glare in place. Other than that, she said nothing, motioning for her to back away as the conversation was taken over by the Gorgon. Tall was her posture, tail raised while her face remained expressionless. Like the younger female's comment, the stranger's reason for being there had not been heard, but to assume hadn't seem like a terrible idea—and so assume she had. "I'm guessing you're here to join?" she'd voiced, though the question itself was entirely rhetorical. "Let's get right to the point, then. What can you offer us? Have any outstanding skills or knowledge that would be useful?" Her impatient behavior was, perhaps, a result of her pregnancy, but always was she direct and a little bit of an ass.

It was satisfying for her as she watched the younger female back away, her posture proof enough that she knew her place. It seemed her presence presented the desired results, lessening her soured mood; it was only by a small percentage, however, and certainly not enough to offer a change in her behavior. Still, she was not entirely distanced from the encounter, allowing herself to focus upon the potential member that stood before her. It was with an opened mind that she listened to the reply given, carefully going over the traits that interested her while those that did not were discarded without so much as a bat of an eye. It seemed they had another warrior on their doorstep, not that she felt such a skill would be necessary. Yet, after that ability was tossed away, it'd been retrieved and stored away for further consideration come the next rainy day.

"Don't think we have a messenger here, but we don't really have anyone to send messages to, either," she'd stated. "We could use you for scoping out territories, though. Hunting and everything that goes with it is useful, too, but that's just common sense." A slight roll of her shoulder followed the words. "You mentioned an old pack. What's the story there?" the woman asked. "Anyone gonna be coming here for your head?" She would not harbour a fugitive, if only because it put her own safety at stake.