The Tangle lament

She listens to the advice eagerly, eyes following the male's skyward gesture. There's no guarantee she won't forget the information entirely, but her gaze lingers on the star he's pointed out for a few moments longer, trying to commit it to memory. I'll try that, thank you, She murmurs softly in the space left by Tsiokwaris' silence.
So you just wander. Alone? She can't help but question further, though she can't scent any other wolf on him, intrigued enough to settle back on her haunches where she is. It sounds like a lonely existence; she can't imagine it herself. Her desire to travel is certainly outweighed by her love of having a home to return to and others to surround herself with, as she's recently learned.