Sun Mote Copse from dusk until dawn

Digit wasn't sure either what she was doing, then again, she wasn't thinking straight. 'Malkaria..' the young curious yearling said, allowing the words to bounce through her mind. It sounded even as exotic as the red wolf that stood in front of her. The fact that a pack was established here, or would soon be, was obvious by the marked scents.

'I'm a lone wolf; looking for a home.' She said honestly about her business; though the question remained whether the Malkaria was, or would be, a good fit. Digit remained quiet even if a waterfall of questions were flowing through her mind.