Isola had a sweet smile. It was genuine. Nootau found himself feeling complete safe next to her, almost as if he really mattered to her. The way she listened closely was very appreciated by Nootau. He hadn’t grown up with anyone who truly listened to any other wolf. It made him feel significant and he wanted to talk with her more. Not that he felt the need to spill his whole life story at her paws, but he did want to keep conversing. At her compliment, Nootau couldn’t help put step a bit higher. He hadn’t heard that one before. Smart. Heh. Nootau had been called described in a lot of way, but smart hadn’t been one of them. He thought it fit, though.

Seeing her playful prance, Nootau bobbed his head and bowed in a playful manner at her before jumping up and scooting his booty to the top of the hill they were beginning to climb. At the top, he turned around and bowed again, his tail wagging in the air above him. So Moladion was this landscape’s name. Well, Nootau was going to call this particular hill the Great Nootau Hill, because he apparently was its king since he was at the top. So there, Moladion; consider yourself challenged. Nootau’s behind dropped so that he was laying down when Isola spoke again.

His ears perked up at her and he tilted his head. Seriously?! Was she honestly, truly, not pulling his chain?! Nootau’s tail dared to wag as he realized what was being offered to him. Oh yes, would he ever like to come to Diveen! Nootau jumped to his paws and ran a bouncing circle around Isola. “Yes, yes! I want to visit Diveen!” Nootau cheered. He bounced close to her and attempted to place a thankful lick on the side of her face, “Which direction?!”

Nootau bounded ahead a pace and turned in a circle, trying to determine the direction by himself, even though it was hopeless. Maybe, even, Diveen wasn’t that far?! Then he could meet all sorts of wolves in one night. Especially the queen. If Isola was a good friend of hers, then Nootau was sure as fire that she was just as wonderful as she was. Besides that though, Nootau was thrilled to just be staying with a pack! He despised being alone (he dealt with it… but still). Hopefully, maybe, even, he dared to hope, he might stay with the pack for a night more than this night. He wasn’t eager to be on his own again, after all.