The mottled grey femme was unsure of what to make of this place. She had yet to really explore much of the outer lying lands beyond the fields. Then suddenly there's a commotion. A gathering of sorts. Wolves of all types coming from all directions. Khaleesi watches from afar with violet eyes, posted atop a rocky ledge. Something deep inside stirs her to want to move closer, but she resists it for the time being. The gathering becomes larger with each passing moment and before she knows it, she has left her rocky perch and makes her way towards the others.

She keeps her distance though, simply circling around the very edge, catching bits and pieces of what's said or happening. But not much of it makes sense to her. Guess that could just be chalked up to her being young and naive still. Her violet eyes catch a glimpse of the elk corpse that they are all gathered around. Her tongue slowly slips over her teeth and across her black lips. A painge of hunger hits her, but she refrains from trying to push through, noticing how nobody else is partaking of the elk. Maybe something was wrong with it. She wasn't sure. She did find it odd though.

So for the mean time, Khaleesi keeps to the back and remains silent. Trying not to attract any attention. She was just a curious one and wanted to know the reason for so many different kinds of wolves gathering together. Maybe it was the elk. Or the change of the seasons. The longing that most felt about this time that drove them to find others. A feeling that has since eluded her until recently. Which is why she finds herserlf here.