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Oryx listened with a furrowed brow as the female seating at the opposite bank spoke, her words confusing Oryx. Who was she to fear? She wasn't sure she'd been understood correctly, nor was she certain she was understanding what the female was trying to tell her. It was not Oryx's job to maintain the borders, and she didn't personally believe that that was unfortunate. It would have been unfortunate for the pack had Oryx been one of the main guardians- as she easily would have let them down, one way or another. The female was right, though- the fact that Oryx had no idea who would appear at the borders was not necessarily a good thing. She could only hope that her companion would behave herself, or that in the very least, Oryx could outrun her until Grayson or Harrison or just anyone else was able to come to her rescue. 

"I'm Oryx." She said, unable to comment on what the female had said before- as she wasn't entirely sure she believed she should know the strangers who came to the border. Not her circus, not her monkeys. Still, an introduction couldn't hurt- and perhaps, if the female was kind and would uphold the same beliefs as she, she could possibly be a recruit. She hoped she wouldn't be punished for greeting a stranger...And that she might be excused for this trespass for at least the stranger was female.