The Rye was getting its fair share of visitors and Jessie would be lying if she didn't feel the taxing wear of each call. There seemed to be a neverending stream of trespassors and wolves who needed their attention. It felt like she was back at the Bend, only in a different setting, and desperately wishing for her mate's soothing touch against the onslaught of intrudors who didn't belong. The Rye Queen could not complain with what she had. Those who remained in the pack were loyal and worked hard. Jessie had yet to face a border encounter alone. This day would be no different. In fact, Adelayde and Laike had already arrived to the borders when a young voice called for them.

Jessie almost considered herself late, catching onto the tail-end of what their visitor was saying, grey ears perked in interest. Clearwater Tarn. It was a new pack, one she'd never heard of, at least, since settling down in the lore years ago. As she neared Adelayde and Laike, she offered them both brisk nods in greeting. The last tidbit caught Jessie's attention more, emerald eyes narrowing slightly as her tail waved higher above her back, indicating position.The Tainn had never heard of a pack led by one alpha, the thought was unnerving. "And who is your alpha?" The Rye Queen did not offer a smile to their visitor. She was more interested in why Cheedo was here.

The Rye Queen's ears perked forward at the familiar names Cheedo offered them. Piety and Wraith had been leaders of Whitestone after Morganna and Craw had disappeared. Thank goodness. It had been what was best for everyone that lived on the Lowlands at the time. Certain pieces of information were making events that happened over the past year become year. The disappearance of Whitestone. It made sense now. Before they jumped into business, Jessie always had to consider feelings, as it should be, "We offer our condolences for the loss that Piety and Whitestone suffered. That must have been very hard." Jessie certainly understood. The death of Drestig still weighed heavily on her shoulders, especially when she was by herself and had time to really think about it.

This visit for Clearwater was clearly not just to get sympathy from the Rye wolves. Cheedo must be here for business. The Tainn's voice was harder when she spoke, "Now, you mentioned that you're a scout. I'm sure you've got some business you need to take care of." Whenever Jessie was on a scouting trip, she hated small talk - it might not have been the same for this woman - but it was better they got that out of the way while the pepper-and-salt colored woman was there.