Eira was perfectly happy to explore on her own, even though there was the very real possibility there were other wolves out and about. Glorall was full of unique ones, so why wouldn't the rest of the world be any different. What the little brown and white girl didn't realize was that not everyone outside the pack would treat her a certain way either because of who her family was or her age. It did not occur to her that on the outside the rules might be a little bit different.

Her mismatched gaze continued to drift across the Crags. Her ears perked up at the sight of another, a dark form moving towards her. Definitely another wolf, but their smell wasn't familiar for her to think that they might from the only place in Moladion she was familiar with. That didn't stop her tail from waving through.

"I got to learn about all the places if I ever want to help Father out one day," she said with a grin. Of course, as far as she was aware, Eden was her father. With him being Fortitude of Glorall, she felt like she would need to prove herself useful. If that meant going out exploring and learning about things, that's exactly what she would do. It's not like her parents were mad at her for wanting to go exploring, though they may not be overly thrilled when they discovered she went out by herself.