Jade Fern Grove all that remains of you is a crackle of your energy

t'was quite rare for her to find someone that actually had a shred of sense to them. rarer still to find one she did not mind speaking to. Natjuk had proven himself perhaps not a social creature yet a patient one. he did not seem to care with how she appeared to others, nor how she acted to him. perhaps understanding was more of the word. she offers a slow blink at his questioning. what else is there to life aside from knowledge? 

"perhaps I do not know" she answeres, at least partially honest in that regard. "building a vast core of intellect has always been my ambition. I know nothing else" there was healing, there were poisons. there was also other such things to expand upon. t'was no good reason, no normal reason, for that matter. she did not seek a pack to join nor companionship like others. "and you? what do you seek?" she instead asks, seeking that her reasoning might bore him.