If Morgan wanted to sit atop some rock and 'look around,' then so be it! Ella wasn't going to waste time doing that, though. Why should she? She figured if they wanted to best understand Moladion, they ought to get their tails out there and start sticking their noses into every nook and cranny they could find. She'd let him know that too and then she had taken off with a huff and a swish of her tail. The old man had wanted to start with all the 'free lands' too, but Ella had other places in mind. She wanted to know about pack lackeys! Packs weren't so common at all where she had hailed from and they seldom met a true pack wolf on their journey either. Her mother had never really mentioned them and Morgan had little to say on them other than a snort or a grunt. What was the big deal?

They'd squeezed through a narrow corridor of land between two packs on their arrival to Moladion; north had been a forest pack and south, a pack atop a mountain range. Morgan had rushed them so they hadn't even spotted a single scout but Ella knew they had been out there - at night, she'd heard pack wolves calling back and forth to one another and she'd found some of their scents around the place too. That was the strangest thing, really. Why leave your scent around like that? How could you hide if any creature just had to follow your stink and know exactly where you were? It bewildered her! At least if somebody wanted to find her, they'd have to follow a dozen trails and just hope they picked the right one. She laughed about it as she jogged towards the forest's edge, her tail high as could be and bouncing with every jovial stride she took. She didn't jog as much as she did bounce, really.

And so she had bounced right on over the borders - after all, she had never learnt the risk of trespassing - and she'd latched onto the first scent she encountered. Well, maybe not the first but the first exciting scent! She'd found one of a young girl, maybe even closer to her age, so of course that had piqued her interest. She'd been stuck around Morgan, an old man, and other old nomads for too long! It hadn't taken her long to catch a glimpse of her would-be company and with that, she'd sped up into a bounding lope so that she might come up beside the younger girl with that grand waving tail and a snaggled, lopsided grin. Nobody could mistake Ella for dangerous, but she reeked of trespasser nonetheless.

"Hey you! Hey girl," she called ahead, preparing to settle in beside the girl and match her pace. "Woah! She blinked and her smile grew wider, more curious and more fascinated. "I've been a lotta' places but I've never seen any wolf look like you!" To her, it was a compliment but to the other? Well, Ella didn't think about that kind of thing. All she knew is the girl had eyes and fur like no other wolf she'd seen! Were all pack wolves like that? She laughed to herself - a little chirp of a giggle. Maybe Morgan had been so scared of them because she'd realize just how much of an old bastard he really was!