She wonders, albeit briefly, what it is her brothers are doing in those moments. She knows they are independent in more ways than she and so, she often finds herself lost in a whirlwind left behind by them. She fears, at times, that it is an intentional thing that they are lured away to far away packs. At times, she fears it is somehow because of her and that she will lose the connection she feels with them. Her brothers were her first friends and so, she assumes they will be her last when the time comes and she experiences the final chapter of her life. It is a morbid thing by any other standard perhaps and yet, she is content with these thoughts. It is simply part of life and, according to her at least, all paths and forms of life are beautiful.
She desires this friend, however. This older wolf is a great curiosity to her and for her, it is her first true test. Her social sphere has always been small - family or children - but now she is able to test herself about the resolve and intelligence of somebody older and more experienced. It makes her excited and cautious all at once, desperate to please and yet desperate to not appear, well, desperate. She merely wishes to ensure she is on the right path towards her goals and that she is truly as open-minded as she believes herself to be. She grins when the woman laughs and her paws shake with happiness as the lady seems entertained by her antics. It's a good feeling to bring happiness, after all.
"You should avoid Iromar in the south in that case, she laughs, though she means it without malice, "they say it's a great, beautiful swamp but, well, perhaps that beauty is a bit subjective." She will visit Iromar some day and she has no doubt she will admire it but she is aware that it is not her decision to decide whether it is beatiful or not. Everybody sees things differently, right?
She twirls when Nox speaks of going elsewhere, her tail waving cheerfully as she bounds forward and away from the murky water entirely. Her nose quivers, pointing her south as she twists her head back to flash her comapnion a toothy grin. "We can go this way. It will take us away from here and somewhere much nicer." She waits a moment before she begins to lope forward, doing her best to achive an adult pace despite her young muscles' relustance. "We call this place Enocra, by the way. There is a pack to the north - a great, wide field they say! I have not yet been there but I hear it is lovely." Of course, she hears that about everywhere. Her mother is much the same mind as she in such regards.
She leads willingly, bounding playfully over fallen logs and piles of rubble as they move away from the stench of the marsh. It seems to linger in the air for some time, yet she does her best to ignore it in spite of it all. Perhaps if she ignores it enough, Nox may do so too; after all, the forest is lovely during the spring and summer, and she hopes the swamp has no deterred her companion from enjoying the shade and sounds of it all. Soon enough, it begins to dissipate; the trees become thinner as they near the southern outskirts of the forest. They were close, after all, to such a place.
"Beyond here," she says with a twirl, meeting Nox's eyes with a tilted head for a moment before dashing ahead, "are the fields of Ruieze. From there, you can see a lot of Moladion. See those mountains?" She swung her muzzle to the west. "That's my home - Spirane! You can see everything from their peaks. Are there mountains like that where you come from?"