Morrigan had tracked the female for some time. Spirane needed numbers, the numbers that the pack had once possessed, and she had made it her mission to provide them. Her inky eyes, while naturally threatening, held no ill-will towards the female that she was herding, and in fact wanted this to be as painless, both physically and emotionally, as possible. By the stranger's scent the assassin could tell that she was not from here, and that made it all the more easier to seek her out. So many wolves had another pack clinging to their pelts, and the woman wasn't exactly in the business of making enemies- at least, not anymore. And so she had chosen a loner to be her special guest this day, whether she decided to stay or not was up to her, but the least the tear-marked rouge could do was provide a little bit of... encouragement.

She moved as the stranger did, eyes fixated on her every movement. It was, in a way, like a wolf would herd prey, but there was little that she could do except for circle, move in, and fall back. It continued this way for some time until they were closer to Spirane and Morrigan was confident that her forced companion would not run. She fell into step just behind her, noting the curl of her lips and smirking slightly in amusement. "Don't worry, I'm not out for blood." She said before falling silent once more, padding along at a slower than usual pace for her. She was no mountain-blooded, but she had gotten used to the mountains quite quickly. She had taken to the peaks like a fish to water, and now she wished to share her new home with others.

The familiar scents of Roman hit them both, and Morrigan stared at the stranger who she had herded here. She seemed cautious, and rightfully so, though now that they were here she hoped that the female wouldn't turn aggressive. It seemed as though she wouldn't have to worry about that as the stranger took a more defensive position, and Morrigan was almost flattered that she would think that the assassin was out to harm her. Perhaps she could still work that intimidating aura. She smirked, both at the thought and at the female.

"Yeah, so I did. Thanks for not putting up a fuss- I would have hated to have dragged you here by the scruff." It was clear that Morrigan was joking, and that this was, for the most part, a consensual affair. "As for the 'what for,' I simply wish to offer you a home in Spirane. The peaks are beautiful, and Roman is a good and fair leader. You arrived in Moladion alone, correct?" She tilted her head. "Come find camaraderie here."