She found that he gave just enough to her dominance and desires. She had a commanding sense to her, and too much...dominance back at her would only rile something deep and dark within her. She desired now to go to Glorall, to see what the place had become and to observe the wolves there. Having a pack wolf with her only helped in her cause- and smelt enough of pack for her to make this guess. She could tell something was a bit off, perhaps he wished to hunt more, but she went on her whims.

She followed behind him, and she was careful to observe his movements. It was easy to learn of others this way. She learned if anyone had a slight limp, favored a side, had one eye sharper than the other. There was much to learn from careful observation. He was young though, and a young one that seemed rather healthy at the moment. Perhaps Glorall provided healthy stock at this point.

His words are listened to but they sting her black ears. Why the questions? Her mind did not wrap around it so well. She continued on with him, and for a moment it was in silence. She had no particular place in Glorall, but she wished to see who lead, who held the most dominance, and observe them. She clacked her teeth together.

"Leaadder...take me," she hissed through her teeth. She had a sense, a hunch that he was not the one who lead. He stunk of youth, and a youth that did not dominate over all. She was otherwise silent until the came upon the border. It was thick with scents. She would stop, her nose sticking to the ground to inhale every now and then. There was no sign of the man who ruled when she was here. Her head snapped up again, red eyes looking towards Thor. It was a male who marked the most.

"They call him...? she asked, standing still as she awaited his answer. "They call you...?"