Wandering the lands, the young woman has learned much of her surroundings, absorbing and thriving in the information she has gathered, cherishing the feel of new earth beneath her cold paw pads. It was all so new, something she had never experienced since taking to the road in search of different surroundings. The one thing she had not counted on, language change. How was she going to say what was on her mind if she could only speak one tongue? She would need many to learn the language, to see its use and how these wolves speak to each other. It would take time to learn this way, but it would also allow her to get what she needs and more, to see how well these wolves cope with foreigners, how well they adapt, what their manners and customs were. Such fantastic information, new sets of learning curves to figure out, all the facts! Could she be in a better place to learn? Had she ever had the opportunity as an old world pack wolf? No! She hadn't had the chance to widen her horizons with such narrow minded faith in the way, such ancient beliefs had long ago died out in the land she came from, though her pack seemed unable to let go of the old ways. Now? She can do and learn what ever she wished.

Her paws made easy work of the ridges and inclines the land had taken, coming to the scent of a pack on the borders of the country itself, her multi-hued gaze locked on the grasses laden with snow and melting water. The earth was still wet in the early morning, though the new rising rays of sun promised to warm the frosted air. Perhaps, it would be best for one who has always known pack and never loneliness to seek out a pack that could help her learn more about this new world. She could not speak their language, but she could convey her meaning - or at least she hoped to. She stays on the foreign side of the grassland, admiring the rolling hills and still gold grass, her fur seeming to meld with the colors here, for now at least. Should the sea of grass turn green, the stranger would surely stick out like a black wolf on white. Waiting was polite, but this was a vast land, and sound would surely get her a sooner audience with the reigning wolf. A home is what she sought, and what she would have, though the need to speak the language would have to come first. Teach her, and she will tell you everything she has ever learned and of all her theories about the world. Meet the daughter of wisdom, and the eater of knowledgeable fruit.