Sea Lion Shores far away from home.

The disappointment ebbed ever so slightly in her voice, to which the smallest of smirks tugged lightly at his lips. His outward appearance was rather generic, relatively speaking, save for his ocean-washed eyes; but even that distinct characteristic seemed somehow more common these days, as if his family heritage was more wide-spread than he even knew. The Wraith kept this expression even as she questioned his allegiance - which, she was right to believe was none, as the only scent harboring his thick silvery coat was his own. 

"I am lone," he responded coolly. Even brief inspection of her stench would reveal she was not. "I don't believe the same can be said for you, though." A pause. "I am correct?" His statement posed almost as if her having a pack was an ill thing; but he was used to his life of lonesome at this point, having been on his own ever since leaving his birthright.