'I know, I know, I promised myself that I would remain within the borders more often, but my feet just don't want to stop wandering.' I thought as I once again crossed the border from Glorall in the free lands. My white paws carrying my body north over the river that served as the border between Diveen and us. My mostly pale grey body following the boundary of Diveen north, allowing only a few feet between me and it. I haven't been to the fields for a while, so I didn't see any problem in going up for a nice stroll to see them. The cold didn't bug me thanks to the help of my northern grown fur, of course with that, one could only assume how hot summer was for me. Normally I kept away from others, largely due to the fact that I see no real reason to socialize regularly. However when I hear the howl I had to admit I was curious about what was happening. So I hesitantly half-circled, back and forth, until I was within sight. There a lot of wolves larger than really any group I’ve encountered previously. Now that I was within sight, moved closer until I could hear what was said. However it seemed like the original purpose of the gathering was company for a meal of fish, something I could cheer to, if I hadn't already ate. None the less I sit down and listen to the group’s idle chatter with some interest though I have nothing to add myself.