The mountain-bred child was not particularly one that held such interest for leaving her home in search of 'new' and 'exciting' things beyond the territory. The pack lands were filled with just as many dangers and risks as the wilds of Moladion; she was so certain of.

So certain, in fact, that she decided to prove her point by taking herself far from the reaches of her pack border and into the lowlands where the hills were soft and trees lined the river. Yes, this was not so dangerous or interesting to the young girl at all. It was a river, perhaps larger than the streams that cut through Spirane, but still a body of moving water just as she had witnessed before. There was nothing special about being away from her home and she was about to conclude her journey with this fact until it was the scent of another that drew her attention from her headstrong ways.

The large figure of one crafted from obsidian and clay meandered only a few hundred feet up the shoreline that she was now turning away from. Her tawny ears perked with interest for a moment as she watched him in silence, knowing not of his lineage or whence he came from, nor did she care about these things. It was only a matter of time before she drew up the idea to ask this fellow wanderer a few questions perhaps; he was not so old that he would dismiss her or rat her out to her parents. He seemed quite close to her age in only a matter of years, really.

"Hey!" She shouted after him as she stood with rigid posture, her violet eyes intent on the creature before she took off at a clumsy run toward him until she had reached within a foot of his presence. "What is so special about this river? Why do you come here?" She asked offhandedly, her brow furrowed in relation to the tone of her inquiries as she anticipated his response, expecting him to talk of how interesting it was to get away from home and such foolish things.