Within the time frame the lass had been in Uyaraut, she had not only been called a stray, but now a toy. As the members of Kershov's pack showed one by one, the small vixen found herself studying each and every one of them; taking in their appearances, scents, and the way they each spoke. Kari spoke with a form of sarcasm and the girl now dubbed Athene spoke in rhythm. Kershov had made himself clear with not being friends but that didn't mean Milo and her overbearingly happy self wouldn't push a friendship on him. Or at least try to. When they'd arrived, the cold and her soaking wet fur had been too much for the small girl; inevitably it made her faint and come to minutes later after her past memories had gone through her head as if she was there. She took it as whoever was controlling things about their lives, be it Tor or some different type of being, telling her it was not her time and she would have many more years as an alphess. Well; she could only hope. In being here though, she hoped that her own pack wasn't in chaos, that it was still there and that her members were still alive after this change. It unnerved her to be here for so long but as Kershov spoke she could only get out nods of agreement.
As soon as he spoke to Grey Wind, he mentioned Milo not even seeing her pack yet.
Kershov spoke about finding a "base" for his pack and then once he looked to her offering that she could join in on the task until they became available to gather a few to escort her back to her own territory as she knew next to nothing about how to get back but figured eventually someone would be around to find her, they'd either pick her scent up or remember that she was going to meet with Kershov sooner or later anyhow to talk about an alliance, at least the few that she told. The varg had no problem staying until either a few of his own became available, or a few of her own came looking wondering if she was okay or if she was even alive. The overly excited girly moved her tail back and forth in the sand and grinned once more,