True no others were around for her to be playing with. She was simply playing by herself. She grew up alone and learned to entertain herself on her own. Learned to be happy with the simplest of things in life. Even if it meant making her own fun. Much like she did today with this field of flowers in the middle of a pine tree forest. "By yourself? Is it... fun?" he asks just before he steps into the clearing she had made by rolling around.

"It's what I am used to. So I guess so." she says, trying to keep her tone light and focused, as he maintains a comfortable distance between him and her. He pauses to sniff at a yellow flower and she can't help but smile and watch him curiously. All the while wondering what could be going through his mind. True the scent of a flower was a strange one for a wolf to enjoy, but she wasn't exactly like most wolves. So it made sense to her and was comforting in a way. It brought light to a lonely life. He then looks up to her when she had asked what he said earlier and responds with a simple statement "Tell me."

She listens intently as he goes on to explain, "It is the language of my blood. Some will say it is the language of Angels... but that is not true." she smiles faintly. It was different and intrigued her. She couldn't help but wonder for a fleeting moment just what sort of life he lived before here that he was able to learn such a different way of speaking. But that's all it was, a fleeting thought. And it was gone as quickly as it had come.

He takes a curious step towards her as if testing her reaction. She tips her nose down though and raises an eyebrow, trying to decipher his motives, but ultimately allows him to step closer. She was unsure about him, but quite curious all the same. That curiosity seemed to outweigh her defenses though, letting her guard down. It might be a bad idea, allowing herself to appear so calm around a stranger. But it might also to prove to be in her favor. Though that reason is entirely known.

Her tail sweeps out from behind her and curls around her hips as he begins to walk around her. His copper eyes never leave her lilac ones, even as he stops to ocassionally sniff at other flowers. Like she was locked within that gaze and unable to break free. She was being drawn in. Her body shifts slowly and she's constantly repositioning her hind legs to try and remain in a sitting position as she follows him around from her spot. She was like a fixed point with in the clearing of flattened flowers and grass and him on a string drawing an outline about them.

Finally coming back to where he had started from, she rolls her shoulders and he gives his name. "I am Castor. This is... not your home, is it Khaleesi?". She shakes her head and replies matter of factly, "No it is not. I go wherever the wind takes me. Today here, tomorrow who knows." It was without a doubt the truth. She moved about quite often. Staying in places not too long out of fear of causing trouble for anyone. Some places she stayed longer than others. But for the most part, she moved daily within the various common lands.