As it often did, curiosity got the best of her—and it was easy to be lured away from the mountain when there seemed to be such a commotion to the East. Now from Sunspire itself, she couldn’t hear them, in fact she would have been oblivious entirely had she been confined to only her home, but the further North from Duck Lake she ventured to what she thought was outside of Teekon there was still life abundant and brewing, and she quickly recognized the call of her own kin. There was a pack, resting just outside of Rising Sun, and she tiptoed closer to investigate this new development.
Immediately Kipling did not think it had been claimed by the silver wolf she’d met down South, although she knew him to be scouting land and choosing a place for himself. But of course, she thought he was intending to in Great Bear. To scent him so heavily here, where the air was clearly stamped with a ‘do not cross beyond’ warning—well, it threw her off. But the she-wolf wasn’t as ignorant as she was curious; and she heeded the warning as she turned away from the oncoming bypass. Feeling a small ounce of victory at having gathered the information she intended to take with her back to Sunspire.