Swiftcurrent Creek I am with you.

There was silence; something that often supplied Moss with comfort. The light lift of his chin was slightly arrogant, and there was a slight tint of bemusement in his eyes as he gazed at her, something that felt akin to disappointment. Moss wasn't bothered in the slightest, however. He could feel however he wanted about having a stranger greet him first. He should be glad that his brother's pack had a faithful guardian. 

"He'll come." She said simply. If he wants to see you, she thought. Until then, she would wait with him. She allowed some silence to pass, before she sat down, so she might at least be a bit more comfortable- and she'd allow him to do so as well. She had a feeling he wouldn't be a threat. "Visiting?" Uncharacteristically, she volunteered a conversation starter.