Totoka River you speak in sonatas going to smithereens

The woman is good with children, which pleases and soothes Asherah. She is glad that their first interaction with a stranger is good, even if Anatha is hiding still. The other speaks of her home, a word that is foriegn to Asherah's ears. "Drageda." She repeats with a nod. She is unsure if the other wishes her to go there, or is warning her of it. She glances back towards the shore, staring into the distance for a moment. 

She is silent, her mind is turning. Is this interaction a sign from Molech? It was by water where Eshamun first pulled her to the light, and it would be fitting that the God try to emphasize the message in this way. Is this pack, this Drageda, where she is headed for? She had planned to walk until her paws lead them to a suitable pack. She was sure she would know when it happened, feel it inside herself. She wants to hear more of this pack, know more of this woman who comes from it.

She nods her head in thanks to the information about the other pack. "What is your home like, Thuringwethil? Your leaders? The beliefs of the pack?" She does not wish to join another pack that worships a God, for Molech is her God. She could fake it, but she would rather not. Her ears are perked with interest, and there is no denying on why she is asking. The adventure has to end sometime, and she wishes it could be sooner than later.