Sema looked at him curiously as she connected the dots between the two names. Curious it was how some wolves were related and she knew nothing about it. "Semananti." She offered up, but no last named followed, she dispersed that at the borders, and some people knew her last name from past experiences. She had a new defensive tone to her, blocking out any conversational tone so her voice was bland and dry without emotions to back them up. She always went on the defensive when learning… new things about a wolf. For example when she learned about Teketa’s not believing in a god and scorning them, she went on the offensive and attacked. She would have attacked anyway; it just depended on the conversation.

She wasn’t too fond of situations like this, he was another talker and it almost annoyed her. She offered up one last piece of information in case he knew of the Greek Gods. "Huntress of Artemis." She whispered the words almost; she was becoming quieter and quieter. Tempest she talked to for a while too, it seemed to run in the family. She knew that Tempest was a Thorben too. Sloane also seemed to talk a lot. She knew that Narime’s pups would probably talk a lot too. Fantastic, the world needed fewer talkers and more doers. She couldn’t help but wonder if this man was a talker and a doer, she smelled his border marks as he seemed to be around them often. Was it even possible? She saw talking as too busy to do what needed to be done. Was she wrong?

Her eyes stayed glued to the floor of the territory, not looking at him because this conversation was awkward for her. Never before had she talked to a guy this long, other then her father and brothers. But they didn't count, they were blood related.

Sema was uncomfortable in the situation in front of them, she knew the man was more dominant, but he fell silent and did not speak. It was a good thing for her, she didn’t like talking, nor listening to talking since listening commonly led to having to respond with her own tart comment. She had connected the dots, knowing that Guiness was related to Tempest, Sloane and Narimé in some way, shape or form. She was beckoned towards the borders, patrolling, which could help take her mind off what she needed to do until it was clear to go see Elettra. As she was lower than him in the pack ranks, she figured she had to obey. Sema was focused on what she normally was during borders, as it was she was one to focus on the task ahead of her and nothing else during the task she was performing. Keep a steady pace, a trot most likely given stamina. Then scent the area, keep it clear and mark the area. Repeat around the borders, you know what to do Sema. The words reminded her a lot of her father. He would have been the one to comment and tell her how to patrol despite the fact that she knew how to patrol.

Her father had forgotten time and time again that she was one of the most trusted guardians from her pack, a teacher to her brothers. Occasionally she had gone with Zeus {her father} on scouting missions, but not too often. She saw those missions as a privilege. She could do pack hunts, they were simple for her, it was the lone hunts, the hares and rabbits that always got to her. Her eyes were calm, she waited for Guiness to say something or dismiss her. So therefore the awkward silence continued until he chose to end it. At least, she was used to having a wolf talk to her. Whether it was her mother, Latoya, who had been her night runner {the wolf she ran the night patrol with} or her mother. Perhaps her father would take her out on walks occasionally. It was silent, and Semananti had never minded them talking in her ear and telling her what was on their mind, nor had she minded the fact that they had sometimes scolded her. She had never felt like she needed to talk before. The silence was too awkward for her to bear, but she held her tongue, it wasn’t like she had anything to say anyways.