We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.

Eddie looked at a reddish female at the shore, fighting with a crab. She looked as if she had never seen a creature like that before, seeing her surprise at it's movements.

While she was still trying to figure out the mysterious hostile animal, Eddie answered to Beric's question, "Wanderlust, I guess. I've matured since then though. Every wolf must settle down at one point or another." She knew that it wasn't a very descriptive answer, but Beric would have to make do. The big she-wolf wasn't too keen on talking about her past, even though it wasn't particularly tragic.

"Name's Eddie, nice to meet ya," she introduced herself again, tongue lolling out to cover her lip defect. She turned her grey muzzle to Beric. Naya? There were more and more wolves joining since Eddie did. Well, as long as they weren't too naggy and violent and prickly.