Jade Fern Grove Searching, searching

Tick tock goes the clock, till all our time's away, Veritas hummed in her head as Wildfire spoke. "Adaqoer, roqa aeui raord uk es? I vok Qiaam Varesok Jobaz Rapieak uk sros vocd, sruisr I dmuv mus ruv es korak muv." Just for kicks, she took the time to speak in her native language, pleased that it was still fluent and sounded well on the ears. The once-queen lifted her head, a proud smile blossoming on her features. The Adevair of old had been glorious indeed, and she would honour her birth pack's name.

"I was from Adevair, a pack far away from these lands. Perhaps on your travels, you one day will find it." Yes, I am a loner. Well, I'm not really one, but I'm leaving anyway. Veritas found herself nodding to the yearling's words, almost knowing next what she would say. Are you looking for a home? Something along those lines. Pack wolves were almost certain to try and recruit them, though perhaps Wildfire was a loner too. However, it was highly unlikely that she was. She had the scent of multiple wolves about her, familiar scents lingering near this territory.

"I'm not a loner, but you must be a pack wolf. Pray tell, which one do you hail from?"