There are so many smells in the outlands that it almost disorientates her, but she must not fear those that she smells because she is older now, perhaps not as big as she should have grown to but due to her lack of mothers milk at birth she had never really gotten that big. It didn't matter though, her personality was huge and that more than made up for it all right? she still didn't think she should go on the hunts that the pack had gone on, and sadly she felt like this was a bad thing. She could still feel where the ram had hit her as a figment of her imagination, but she had healed up nicely with only a few cuts and scrapes and brushed muscles. And a bruised ego. Perhaps that was why she hadn't wanted to join them in the hunt for larger prey. She'd litterally pissed herself that day. Embaressment was apparent that day but she had strived to help them take it down and had not given in. Maybe with some more training she would feel better about it, but there was also that other part of her that told her to never, ever, no matter what she thought about herself, put herself in that sorta danger. Ever. Again.

Besides, even though Spirane was small for a pack in these areas, they had plenty of big wolves to get the job done, yea that's right. She needen't worry about such trivial things. She could always hunt the odd rabbit or something to keep herself fed and not worry about taking from the packs stores. The little white wolfess moved through the Craigs, a light russet stripe flowing from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. So many of the scents here are of Iromar and for a moment it scares her. Oh it does. The stories of the demons she had heard. And to be of such the purest white and faint russet it was as if she was an Angel. She does not smell of Spirane as of yet, only the lands outside of it, such as the Fields where she had left Oni in order to find Meryl, whome she found in the Riverside and then from there she had moved to here. Would they notice her? would they crave to have her brought to Iromar as if she was a beacon to them all. She is quiet as she moves through the brush and closer and closer to the group that is growing larger with each wolf. It's almost to big for her.

At one point she balks, seeing the striped female, fear ripples through her being as the scent of Iromar only gets stronger and stronger, was this some secret meeting place? she crouches down and decides to watch them all to see what and who they are. There of course was Lavender, but she still didn't move. What was this all about anyways?

"talks like this."