Eyes on her always. From the time she was born as the sole and last pup of the alpha's last litter, she had been the focus of all kinds of attention. Colors of the rainbow, but she did not remember them from bands of colors arched in the sky -- no. She remembered them each separately wrapped in different combinations around black holes of colorlessness. "Speaking the words of speech." She could feel them stare at her from within the encasing five bodies of her guardians. She did not speak to any adults and the protectors had their tongues removed. Only the oldest wolves, beyond their breeding prime, were allowed near - for only they were safe from causing her Courting Rush from beginning. Nanruan's, you see, were different beasts.

               She doesn't and couldnt' know. Her paws bring her into the open field of the crater, her eyes fixating on a grouse and catching it as she had learned from the elders of her home. She races forward, leaping before the grouse knows to rise from its hiding position, slamming her mouth into the bird as it finally takes flight. Snapping its neck she drops its body and lands and begins to remove the feathers and feast. It has been long since she had settled into a rested enough state to enjoy a meal and she finds she truly does enjoy this one now. The scent of the Fantastic Four ended here and she is sure this is the fabled home of the legends. She smiles as she looks out over the flat of the grassy terrain here. She may not be royalty, but this place was certainly not making her feel as though she had lost anything in leaving behind that title.