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It was Keres that appeared before him. Not an alpha. Not even a beta. To his limited knowledge, she was not any of those things. The woman did not have the stance of one. Her welcome was more like greeting an old friend. Too casual. His eyes squinted, wondering what to make of this. "Good enough" he grunts in reply, never one for long drawn out things. Nor bitching about the state of things. Just people. But they were so easy to bitch about...

"I have come to see what the Glen is like" Holland would say, picking the pieces of silence and throwing them away "and speak to your leaders" he added with a slight dip of his head. The man didn't want to admit so openly he couldn't survive on his own. He was not proud, but logical. If he admitted such things openly, others would think he was soft and useless. "if they are not busy." he finishes, still standing. Just in case things went south.

Just in case he was turned away.