Herbalists' Cache wake up

A foreign tongue was heard, one she never heard of. The dark wolf has only met those of the same language, and while she was aware of different cultures, the chance to meet them were limited. She had met another, once, being the Ikkanattuk, though other matters were more important than the learning of the unknown. Desdemona was of course curious, as usually one with a different culture in the lands, normally were not alone... Was there more of them?

Were there more neighbors? The need for knowledge engulfed her desires, as she felt the more she knew, the more use she held. Desdemona knew very little about the lands, much less other Packs. She knew of some just by name, such as Undersea, and met a few, Moonspear, Easthollow and Ikkanattuk. Reluctantly, her jades rolled over to the stranger, as she stared as he turned away.

"Who are you?" Weakened, but the desire to learn on what was around overcame her desire. She felt her limbs ache as they moved upward, settling herself in a more sitting situation. She wobbled, but stabilized herself long enough to learn what was needed, perhaps, "Are you a Pack wolf?" A little more talkative then usual, but maybe because she felt so useless in this moment, that she had to learn something.