"Somebody would have to know - that's the kind of history nobody forgets!" She was sure of it, and it seemed he was too. It was nice, though, to have somebody just as excited to find out as she was, and she lamented on the fact that it would have been even better to have had a friend like Eldrax growing up. It was a brief thought, and it made her think of Ame, a thought that hurt her heart just enough to make her pick up the pace in hopes of blaming it on exertion instead. Her father would have to know, she thought, but she thought it might have been nice to have known her grandparents, too. They would have definitely have known, Andromeda and Azrael. Time really was a thief.

Luckily, Eldrax was the kind of company that chased away those kinds of feelings fairly quickly. It was too much fun to get caught up in the exploring, and the heart couldn't stay heavy for long in those circumstances. He told her about a bear cave which piqued her interest, her head tilting slightly and a smile playing on her lips as she considered which one he might be talking about. She hadn't much of a chance to explore the caves, but a bear cave seemed like a good one to find - had there been bones, or furs from its kills in the past? They slept throughout winter, so she couldn't help but think up all kinds of strange ideas for the cave. Had it been small, and had they needed to crawl to get in? Or did bears prefer something larger, something they could stretch out in? She shook her head and leapt up their path, laughing a little at his question.

"The Angels? Well, they're perfectly okay. They speak their own language, though it's more common now than it once was," she replied with a playful shrug, as if it were no big deal at all. "I've always thought they couldn't be that tough, though, if they can't manage to come survive in the mountains." She poked her tongue out and laughed, knowing well she'd never make that kind of comment to the face of one of them.

It didn't take long to find the path she had been looking for, and she just as quickly ushered Eldrax onto it. She leapt up onto one of the taller rocks and looked out over their direction of travel, as if scouting out for a distant location. In truth, she was simply looking to make sure their way was fairly clear in terms of other wolves. She didn't want to risk him just getting back to Spirane, after all.

"Magical pools of water?" She couldn't help but ask, clearly bewildered by the idea. She had been just about to leap down when he had said it, and a combination of her surprise and excitement of a new story had made her stumble. It wasn't enough to hurt anything but her pride as she landed with an oof! of surprise, her cover of being an expert mountaineering woman finally broken by the mere idea of magic. She grinned sheepishly and straightened, "what kind of magic?"

The path was easy enough then, and certainly easy enough for her to lick the wounds to her ego. It was well-worn, the path made smoother along the path from the dozens and dozens of wolves that had traveled it before. That in itself was fascinating, she thought, that so many had chosen the same way back and out of Spirane and the crags. She couldn't help but look down, expecting to see the ghosts of paws.

"Well, the river seems to come from Spirane, so there has to be something like it there," she mused aloud, looking up to where the mountain peak was slowly beginning to materialize above them, "and I daresay if there's anybody who'll find it, it'll certainly be us!" She stopped then and inhaled sharply, turning to him with a sudden serious look on her face. "Which is why, Eldrax, I must ask you this: what path have you chosen in the ranks?" Despite the seriousness of her face, her eyes were still kind and aflame with curiosity and excitement. She had decided, afer all, that she'd not let the boy's curiosity go to waste!