Duskfire Glacier stone-age mind in a space-world age

After having taken off in search of whoever was bold enough to leave such a gift right on the border of the Glacier, it hadn't been long before she needed to stop. Sen was one capable of traveling for long periods of time, but trying to track something and follow it after the scent ran dry was something she could not do. It had been a disappointment for a number of reasons, and while she'd considered just blindly continuing forward, the woman had found herself heading back towards the pack's territory before her mind had even been made up. It was an unconscious decision, one made by legs and the part of her mind that always seemed to stay silent.

When the soot coated lady was nearing the borders, she was careful to avoid going near the putrid smelling head. She was sure the onslaught of the deathly smell wouldn't be as bad the second time around, but even if she had decided to change her mind and head towards it, the call that sounded through the air wouldn't have allowed it. She didn't recognize the voice—which, honestly, wasn't so surprising. There was probably several wolves in her pack she'd yet to officially meet, and didn't often make an advanced in getting to know them. Despite her lack of knowledge on the woman, Sen followed after the call until the forms of others were within her line of sight. She assumed the fire-like woman was the one to have called, and it appeared the dark being was not the first to answer. Her legs carried her over to stand a length or so away from the albino, not willing to set herself right beside her as if they were the greatest friends around. “What's got her all riled up?” she murmured, her words meant for Scarlett, or anyone who wished to hear them. As always, a grin somehow found it's way onto her face, as if she'd completely forgotten about the mutilated wolf head on the border.