Redhawk Caldera you never feel the jet lag unless you're trying to fit in.

After an excessive amount of pleading, @Finley had finally agreed to bring Fiadh along to see the wolves that were visiting the Caldera. Since they had arrived, Fiadh had found herself growing more curious by the day about just who they were. From their scent alone she could tell that they were different, but, that was the only basis of her assumptions; experience would only further shape her opinions of the smelly strangers.  

Excitement radiated through her body as she stepped briskly at her Mother's side. "So, Mom, are they all smelly?" she asked with a grin, the harsh spice of Drageda's scent tickling her nostrils as she spoke. Having never met anybody else outside of her family, Fiadh was anxious to learn anything and everything about them. Her question was quickly dismissed with an amused reply from Finley. 

By the time that they had reached the area that the wolves of Drageda had settled in, Fiadh found herself distracted by a retreating figure. "Hey, Mom!" she squeaked with excitement as she turned to look up at Finley. "Can I go meet that wolf over there?" her question was coupled with a jerk of her muzzle as she motioned towards Atraax. Once Finley had observed him and granted her permission, Fiadh quickly turned heel and raced towards the stranger as she attempted to get his attention. 

"HEY, SMELLY, WAIT FOR ME!"