It was almost infectious, the manner in which the boy grew excited. Hardly a boy, really; they were both adults after all. Adults in the sense of body in time, but who knew about the mind. But Iophiel knew she sure felt like a young girl again in these moments, with him, and it was a rather pleasant occasion. Before leaving Moladion, the speckled girl of crimson had not known many wolves outside of her family- just a pawful had been met before she had taken her leave. And now that she was back, well, so far she had found her brother, and now her friend. Perhaps it would be that all the wolves she once knew from this place all remained, and perhaps it would not be such a thing. For now, Iophiel was content in that her Bird was safe and sound. He of course did not make a single sound, as he was prone to do, but there was a most handsome smile upon his features. She found herself bumping her nose into his again at the sight of it, a rather beautiful smile of her own caressing her features. Though there was a rugged and almost feral quality to her from living on her own for all these years, the beauty of her heritage still manage to shine its way through.

Her bright eyes refused to move from him, keeping their starburst attention locked on to their object of interest. And when he gave his nod to her, to tell her that indeed he did know about the worlds, there was a certain joy that overtook her. Never had she known another outside of their family to know of such things! There was Yojimbo the Advisor of Things in Diveen, but he listened and spoke with the stars, much like her younger brother Mithos. Though, Iophiel would not rightly know that, as so much time had passed since leaving home. Perhaps it was time for a visit to that place at last, the one she knew where her family must be, if any remained. Starfall did, though it was in the other pack, and so perhaps they had wandered off or stayed put. There was really only one way for her to know for certain. When her Bird moved to nudge the side of her face, she tilted her skull in wonderment and curiosity at the gesture before her words followed suit. "So you do know what else there is." A sense of fascination falls over her mind, and the a moment is taken where her eyes close and she simply breathes. She simply exists.

She is a strange one, this she knows, but she also does not think that her friend minds it. He is odd himself, if she wouldn't say so, and she likes him all the same. So why would he mind her? It was simple as anything could very well be, and made perfect sense to her. There was a wistful sort of tone in her voice when she spoke her next words, eyes opening slowly to focus intensely upon him. "I wish I could hear your words, the language you speak." For truly, Iophiel wishes that her dearest friend could express himself and tell her of his dreams and of his thoughts, of his experiences and all the like. But she did not think there was a way, if any, unless he had a way she hadn't seen before. And yet there had to be a way. She watched him closely, trying to understand him, and, maybe if they took a walk together, saw things, did things.. it would be better. Yes, it would. And so with light steps of her own pristine, white paws, she danced around him, welcoming him to move with her, away from the rockface and toward the pools she knew to be not too very far away. She wished to see her reflection, and his, in them, if they were not yet frozen, and she wanted him to see it too.

Perhaps they could peer into another place with them too, because there had been placed Iohpiel had known to do such a thing. She had known this place in passing as a child, but had never investigated much. Now was her time to do such a thing with her Bird beside her, if he would beckon her call and join her in her dance.