Walking seemed like it took forever for the seven year old, her pace was slow, learning the land, being smart for once. It was not often that one caught her alone, away from her "brothers and sisters" in their little rag-tag group. She doesn't feel loss, instead she finds that she quite enjoys the time to think and muse over her next big prank. Roaming through the massive crater, she has passed several different environments, and she wondered just what kind of wolf could live in such a wide variety of exotic places. They must be resilient and smart. Coming up on a small ridge, her eyes found something that vastly contradicted her previous thought.

A large group of wolves, chasing and pouncing on rabbits, speaking and having fun. What a strange group this was, a large mass of nothing but playful wishes and hungry thoughts. She looked around, staying on the outside of the large gathering, simply watching as she sat on her ridge, fiery orange eyes eating up the ground, and her brain in gear to prank and play as well. But, with who, how would she ever pick her target with all this movement. Her white tail wags as she watches, just waiting for someone to open themselves up to a playful prank. It would be so much fun!

"Talks like this."