It was dawning on her that the scent was one she had smelled before- but back when the scent was young. It was a time when she was with the two shadows. He was a part of the pack and order of things from then, and she recognized the connection after a while. However, the two shadows were no more. That time was gone, but her memories and the scents with them stayed. She found no urge to harm the now grown and strong male before her. He was about as close to anything from her past she can get right now, even just a tiny semblance of something familiar when things have changed so drastically in the past many moons...and so lonely.

She was a product of her environment, but she was not mentally...different like the shadow Tobias was. She was raised by a silent male after the meteor, and then found the shadow right after. She did not learn the ways of words, and much of herself ran on instinct. Yet, she still felt the emotions that many others did, and a growing feeling of being lost and lonely had starting to cling to her. Purpose is what the males who led her brought to her, and without them, she only knew to hunt when her stomach screamed.

She followed with little hesitation until she smelled the thick scent of wolves, and her gait stopped at the border as she sniffed at it carefully. The male continued though, and signaled her welcome here. Her red eyes lift up from the ground she sniffed, and she looked back and forth quickly before going forward.

She stopped as he began making those noises she heard others make from time to time. She was very rarely around those who spoke, even more so as of late. Those small ones that were of her had made the noises, but she could never decipher what anything meant. Often times her own children did not even bothering making the noises at her. This however, was probably the longest amount of noises someone had made at her. She was smart enough to know that he was trying to communicate with her in some way, but she only stared at his mouth, then his body for other signals. Her brows furrowed slightly, her red eyes gleaming with the dark black eyeliner around them. She remained silent, ears twitching slightly. Her eyes showed no understanding of what he said.

After a moment of her eyes lingering on him, she snorted, and took a few steps forward to sniff the ground. She knew he brought her here, but she was unable to figure out why other than she was to follow, just as she followed the males before him. Did he wish to hunt? She caught the scent of something that was not wolf, but she did not know what. She lifts her head then, turning her red eyes to him, stamping a single paw on the ground. She was a wolf built rather delicate, but she dealt with what she was given. She had made herself strong over the years and her age was proof of her excellence. Due to her white fur, though touched with flares of red, grey, and black, it was difficult to determine her age at all. She was aging rather well despite some stiffness here and there. Her eyes will still bright and did not hold the blue haze of age yet. No one knew how old she was- not even herself, as she does not count age. She knows only that this male was once a small one now grown- one grown, what else mattered unless they were weak? For now though, she can only catch scent and guess that he wished to hunt- as his noises were going to get them nowhere.