[There's a momentary pang of sadness as Rowan realises that they'll never have the chance to challenge for Adren now, even though they probably could right now if they were at home. But on the other hand, does it really matter here?

Their hand is warm, and their handshake firm, held for just the right amount of time as they confidently hold Wayland's gaze.] That explains why I couldn't place your coat. Don't reckon I've ever - no, I'm telling porkies, I think there were a pack of your lot what passed through the sept a couple of years ago. Don't get many Uktena in London. [They chuckle wryly. There aren't many garou that'd spend a lot of time there at all, and both of the other septs are much closer to the outskirts than Rowan's is.]

How many others of us you've seen? [As they ask, they reach out to gently pluck one of the fallen blossoms from Wayland's long hair, idly playing with it for a moment before letting it fall to the ground.]