The Bracken Woods thorn castle

"Oohhhhh, maybe you'll be the angeelll to my helll.~" Aerasha chuckled toward the heavenly wolf as she teased the other, "but theerees soo much cooool stuff here.~" There was a lot to do, and could be done within this life that she didn't want to pass over just yet, there's already been a few times the reaper dug it's claws into her, but the creamy gal thankfully came out 'fine,' in a way. If she went to hell, how could she play with the bears and wolves?

"En... Kh.. Tunaa?" Her failed pronouncation of the ignorance of such a name gave her a hard start. Head tilted to one side, and the other, only to keep repeating the name and always coming back to, 'Tuna.' Though the girl gave the name Tuya, she simply enamoured by the other like, "okaaaay tunnnaaa." Perhaps this is why she is going to hell.

"Skaa.. Rip, aaaah?" So many wolves tend to give the Princess hard names, they say it first, but she could rarely duplicate it back. Though of that name, she had not heard of it. New packs seem to form while she was away, one being of Skairipa, and perhaps even more she would find on the way. "Ooohhhh, I was from... Somewhereeeee," to allude her birth-pack, "and theeennn Eastholloooww," the more famous one, "nooowww just about."